I don't think about his lies, his alter-identity. I don't think about what our future will be or what I'll do tomorrow. I just cling to my friend, to the person I've grown up with, to the only one who knows me inside and out. I cling to him as my heart breaks, and he gives me his strength even as he mourns with me. Even as his tears mingle with mine. Even as the water chills... still we sit there, embraced in our shared grief.
