Nothing exists but him.
Some things are better left buried and forgotten.
Iām sorry,ā he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. āIām sorry for everything.
I think of the quietness of Julian's voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don't come.
I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.
He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.