talking about death with her-at all-does n't work for me . `` maybe we should just go inside , '' i said . the papers were still talking about her spontaneous visit to the u.s. and photographers still haunted her every step . `` and i believe there once were dragons . `` deal , '' he said , with a broad smile . you were n't paying attention were you ? he takes a breath , pulling me closer to him . my lungs struggled , a fire burning as they tried to fill . 