“He kisses me and I can feel him shaking, and I wrap my arms around him like I could stop him from disappearing, like I could make this moment last, but his skin is cold and damp with tears and I know he is leaving. It is good to be loved, even though it will not last. It is good to know that once upon a time, there was a Gat and me. Then he takes off, and I cannot bear to be separate from him, and I think, this cannot end. It can't be true that we won't ever be together again, not when our love is so real. The story is suppose to have a happy ending. But no. He is leaving me. He is dead already, of course. The story ended a long time ago.”
Book:We Were Liars
