Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.
She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.
That is what Alex is now: a shadow-boy
At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not completely. I did my part too. I did it on a hundred different days and in a thousand different ways, and I know it. But this makes the anger worse, not better.
In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex
I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.