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“I looked into his eyes, and I wish I hadn’t. Because they held this... aching compassion and this nagging fragility. And the way his arms brushed against mine, I could feel tenderheartedness and I could feel... lenity. I could feel all of these things that I hadn’t felt within myself for a long time. But I felt them around Caspian Marks.”

“This universe is... endless. And... and boundless. This world holds endless opportunities that are always on the horizon. Endless places to see. Endless people to meet and get to know, Brantley Thornton. And you are telling me, that within this endless universe, you are worried that you lack a purpose now that your mother no longer stands beside you? This universe is endless, Brantley Thornton, and I think you should take every advantage you can of that.”

“Caspian Marks, like it was the most natural, instinctive thing to do in the entire world, like he had done it a million times before and would do it a million times more if he had to; without hesitation... he caught me. He caught me like I was meant to fall into his arms. Like that was where I should’ve been all along, and if I wanted to, where I could fall into for the rest of my life.”

“Caspian Marks was the sun, too. He was the person who was bright and beaming, lightened up the world of everyone around him, even those who did not truly regard him; because he was always there, and his warmth was always constant. He outshined everyone without ever trying. Had no competition that could compete with his luminescence and energy. His heart was grand and his soul was the most radiant thing about him—he made sure of it. His eyes, they even shined, too. And others would, without a doubt, if not already, revolve their life around him. Their world would turn... because of him; he’d help them spin it. They would go on and have the ability to, because of him; he’d help them through it. Caspian Marks... he was the sun.”

“Fate may have thrown something in your way and touched you. It may have touched your heart, it may have touched your soul, it may have touched your mother and her short-lived, beautiful life, and it may have ruined you, but you are not ruined forever, Brantley Thornton. Fate may have thrown this tragic event in your way, but it also sent me. I think fate sent me to save you.”

“You loved your mother, Brantley Thornton. That is not something that will just go away. That grief... it is going to stay with you for some time, if not forever. And it may hurt. It may break you. But it also shows that you have loved. It shows that you have loved, so strongly. Because if you did not, you would not be able to hurt so strongly. It hurts, but it is beautiful to know that you have loved someone the amount that you did. As courageously as you did. As fiercely... as you did. That you loved someone with everything you had in you.”

“The past is entirely changeless. You cannot fix what has happened or alter situations to the outcome of your liking, because that is not life. Life is not always fair, nor courteous. It never has been. So no, you cannot change your past, but you can change yours, and someone else’s, future. Time will mend everything, Brantley Thornton. You just have to consciously choose, every day, even through the hardships and obstructions, to be patient.”

“Caspian Marks, he... he is a lot of things. He was made to mean something, to be someone, to move mountains, touch the moon, and explore the deep blue seas. He was made to become someone extraordinary. So don’t you dare let him be stripped of that potential, and help him see his potential if needs it. Sometimes he will, sometimes he won’t. And if at any time you ever need the reminder, he may be a lot of things, but Caspian Marks will never be a heartbreaker. He is not meant to break hearts.” Caspian Marks was a lot of things. He was irritating and brave and calculative and helpful and articulate and beautiful and funny in his own way. He was a lot of things, Caspian Marks, but out of all the things he was out of the many things in the world he could be, he was a lover. He was a lover, and he loved me.”

“I know he loved me. I know that he wanted to save me. But if you loved someone so much, you could love them enough to allow them to go. Right? That’s how love works. It may tear you apart and rip you to shreds, but you still do it and allow whatever to happen, anyway. You have to accept it, heartbreak or not. You need to face it, tears or not. You must stand up and move on and do the things that you are fated to do. Caspian Marks was fated to do a lot of things; a lot of great things that were never set out for me.”

“He ran his hands down my hair. He put his head on top of mine and said, “Someday, I think you would have looked back at this very moment and realized how strong you truly were. I think you would have realized how capable you were of getting past this. It may have not been soon, Brantley Thornton, but I promise you, I promise you, it would have been one day. This is just a chapter of your life, Brantley. Not your entire story. But you have to get through this part to be able to see the rest.” I grabbed his hands and I traced my thumb over the places where ridges and bumps and calluses should have been and then I drew his hands to my chest, to feel my then beating heart. Tears dripped and poured down my face and I didn’t dare to wipe them. And I told him, “I do not have one day.”

“His love for me, it was... boundless. And at times, it was baffling and concerning, really, how easily he could have loved such a heart and soul like mine. A damaged, fragile one, that is; when his, on the contrary, was authentically pure and whole. And yet, despite being polar opposites, our hearts were the same. They were made in the same cast, beat at the same pace, leaped and danced whenever in each other’s presence. It seemed like they beat for one another.”

“I could just... feel it. I could feel my soul intertwining with his, finding a home in his presence. I could feel my heart skipping a beat, trying to spring out of my chest to chase after him, to love his heart in return the same way that he did mine. I could feel the universe fighting for us, fighting for us to be, pushing us together, even when I wanted to be as far away from him as possible. I could feel it. I could feel everything, even though it was simply asomatous. Despite lacking physicality, his love could not be denied by one who had eyes to see the sight and feel the aura of what was right in front of them.”

“All I could’ve wished was that more people told you you were worth being loved, I really do. You still are, even now that you’ve passed and are longer gone than I’d like to come to terms with. And it is because of your worthiness of love that I will continue loving you until I take my very last breath. But this is not our goodbye, Brantley Thornton. Because I know I will simply see you in the stars later on.”

“She is deserving of many things in this world, Caspian Marks. Including such a phenomenal man as yourself. But she is also deserving of someone who will make her world light up, when she thought she would see absolutely none again. So if you cannot brighten up her world, do not enter it and allow it to become any dimmer than it already is. You love her, and you love her hard. And you take care of her, especially when she cannot take care of herself.”

“He felt so... empty. He felt so lost. So lost in a world he was so sure he would be okay to maneuver alone in. So lost in a world that once seemed so easy to figure out and establish where you were and where you needed to be. But nothing about this life without Brantley Thornton would be easy to figure out. He wasn’t sure where he was and where he needed to be when the only place he felt he truly knew and needed to be was in Brantley Thornton’s arms.”

“You see, people believe that depressed people are numb. Numb to any feelings and any sensations. That they cannot feel anything, when... when that is the farthest thing from what is actually going on. In reality, depressed people, we are the ones who feel the most, among everyone. We feel our emotions, our pain, ragingly, roaringly, through the rooftops and written across skylines. That is why we suffer the most. I think that is why I suffered in the way I did.”

“You made me so happy, but that does not mean I was a happy person. It does not mean I had a happy mind and a happy soul. The trick to living life is to find happiness and love in everything you do, Caspian Marks. And I did. I found love and I found happiness in you, but you, you were the sole person alive who was a contributor to that. I could not find love and happiness in everything that I did, because you were the only thing I knew that was worthy of love.”

“My life... it did mean something. And though it may have not mattered in the grand scheme of things, per se, it did matter. It took me a long time to come to terms with that, but it did. It did matter while I was still here, still living and breathing about as a human being would. And most of all, at the end of the day, not only did it matter in the grand scheme of things, but it mattered to me.”

“Whether I meant something to this world, whether I meant something to myself, whether I had a true, genuine life purpose or not, it did not matter. Not anymore, not to me. Because I may have not mattered to the world or in the grand scheme of things, just as you, Caspian Marks, had said I would. But I mattered to the most important person in my world. I mattered... to you.”

“So live your life and conquer the world, because it is your world. It is your world and all of us... we are all simply living in it. Every last one of us. This world revolves around you, this world revolves for you, and this world remains to turn and always will for as long as you live... because of you. So you go and you live and you learn and you love, with everything you have in you.”

“I’m letting you go. I’m freeing you. You are no longer mine, Caspian Marks. And when I look back at it, you never were, and I don’t know why for any fraction of a second I would have come to that conclusion. You have never belonged to me. You have never belonged to anyone. But you do, and always have and probably always will, belong to this earth. You are the universe’s child. You will belong to this earth and I will belong to the stars, for now.”

“I may be leaving this earth, but I will remain in the stars. I will watch over you and protect you, and when it is your time and you are ready to find me once more, you will fall into my arms. And when you do, all the planets and asteroids and stars and specks of dust in this endless universe will sigh in unison, because they will all know that our souls found their way together—somehow, someway, just as they were always supposed to.”

“He and Hattie had once been genuinely close, but ever since puberty, Jasper had been reduced to the level of a satellite, watching his friends as they breezed through their adolescence. He’d always taken a detached interest in it all, thinking, in his anxious disconnect from the others, that he was somehow better off compared to them – but, all in all, he had little to show for his time on this Earth, apart from just sort of being ‘there’.”

“I am sitting alone in my old English classroom at my old desk, reading from Shakespeare’s Macbeth. The only sounds in the room are the ticking of the clock and the occasional rustling of the pages of the book. Then, Martina Reynaud, the most beautiful girl in the Class of ’83, walks in. She’s tall, graceful, and absolutely breathtaking. She’s wearing a black dress, one that shows off her long dancer’s legs. Her peaches-and-cream complexion is flawless; there is no sign of a pimple anywhere. Her long chestnut hair cascades down over her shoulders. In short, she is the personification of feminine elegance from the top of her head to her high-heeled shoes. I try to get back to my reading assignment, but the scent of her perfume, a mixture of jasmine and orange blossoms, is beguiling. I look to my right; she is sitting at the desk right next to mine. She gives me a smile. My heart skips a beat. I know guys who would kill for one of Marty’s smiles. She has that effect on most men. Her smile is full of genuine warmth and affection; I can tell by the look in her hazel eyes. “Hi, Jimmy,” she says. Her voice is soft and melodious; she speaks with a lilting British accent. From what I’ve heard, her family is from England. London, actually. “Hi,” I reply, feeling about as articulate as your average mango. Then, mustering my last reserves of willpower, I focus my attention on Shakespeare’s play.”