And Jeremy screams. The most heart wrenching scream I’ve ever fucking heard in my life. It rings out into the night, broken and savage and filled with more pain than words could ever do justice. More than I think any human is capable of carrying, much less storing inside for as long as he has. It seems to rip out of him from the deepest, unventured part of him—somewhere no one, not even him, I suspect, has trekked. And I realize it’s not just the loss of his other half finally hitting him, after months of holding it in, displaying hardly any emotion whatsoever. It’s everything.
