The Brightness Between Us (The Darkness Outside Us, #2)

by Eliot Schrefer

You had your bender. You had your wallow. Now you fix this thing that’s been done in your name.

I feel alone. It is the biggest emotion of them all, huge and elemental and utterly dominating.

What a stupid, stupid organ, the heart.

But what if . . . what if that me has found some happiness? What if he has found someone, some people, to rely on? If he even has a family?

His touch had been a cure for loneliness that was better than anything that could be spoken aloud.

The ground rumbles, but we don’t stop.

I don’t need to wonder about the future of us, here, now. That future is short. I will live in these current moments as fully as possible. Then I will be gone.