They Both Die at the End

by Adam Silvera

I wasted all those yesterdays and am completely out of tomorrows.

Here Lies Mateo: He Lived for Everyone.

which disturbs me because I can’t help but feel as if a human is worth more than eight bucks.

their only expectations of me are to be the person I’m presenting myself as in my profile.

I want to wake up. And if I can’t wake up, I want to go to sleep forever where there’s a chance I dream everything beautiful about you,

I lived through my funeral, but I wish I was already dead.

Suicide can’t be predicted specifically, but the death itself is still foreseen.

If a person was already suicidal could receiving the death cast potentially just drive them into action? Chicken or egg? Would they have actually died or died a different way?

No matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.

And if that isn’t enough to get you out, I need you. I need a friend by my side.”

walking toward death with every minute we lose, walking against a world that’s against us.

it sucks how we’re all being raised to die.

But I think you should post your life in color. . . . Let that be how the Plutos remember you.”

The Plutos can revisit the times I lived with them in black and white, like a cooler history book, and my End Day will have its own unfiltered contrast.

It’s sort of beautiful how a park can surprise me, and it gives me hope that I can surprise the world too.

How they wish they’d taken the time to talk to him while he was alive.

The poetry you could write about Rufus helping me out of my grave isn’t lost on me.

Twelve hours ago I received the phone call telling me I’m going to die today, and I’m more alive now than I was then.

“If you need to snap again, I’m here. Last Friends for life.”

“I don’t want you to see me die, but I can’t watch you die either.”

It’s like I’ve been baptized or some shit, ditching more anger and sadness and blame and frustration beneath the surface, where they can sink to who-cares-where.

No matter when it happens, we all have our endings. No one goes on, but what we leave behind keeps us alive for someone else.

our words are actually connecting with the Deckers in the audience, sinking deep past their skin and into their souls, which are fading, like a firefly turning off, but still very present.

I kiss the guy who brought me to life on the day we’re going to die.

The best thing about dying is your friendship.”

I think I was waiting around for a reason—something beautiful and awesome to accompany any declaration. It’s Rufus.”

Entire lives aren’t lessons, but there are lessons in lives.

“I would’ve loved you if we had more time.”

If we had our entire lives ahead of us I bet you’d get tired of me telling you how much I love you because I’m positive that’s the path we were heading on. But because we’re about to die, I want to say it as many times as I want—I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Maybe it’s better to have gotten it right and been happy for one day instead of living a lifetime of wrongs.”