They Both Die at the End (Death-Cast, #1)

by Adam Silvera

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all. —Oscar Wilde

But no matter what choices we make—solo or together—our finish line remains the same. It doesn’t matter how many times we look both ways. It doesn’t matter if we don’t go skydiving to play it safe, even though it means we’ll never get to fly like my favorite superheroes do. It doesn’t matter if we keep our heads low when passing a gang in a bad neighborhood. No matter how we choose to live, we both die at the end.

He once told me that stories can make someone immortal as long as someone else is willing to listen.

Sometimes the truth is a secret you’re keeping from yourself because living a lie is easier.

I drag him offstage, and once we’re behind the curtain, I look him in the eyes and he smiles like he knows what’s about to go down. And he’s not wrong. I kiss the guy who brought me to life on the day we’re going to die.

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

I cannot tell you how to mourn me. I cannot convince you to not feel guilty if you forget the anniversary of my death, or if you realize days or weeks or months have gone by without thinking about me. I just want you to live.

“My Last Message would be to find your people. And to treat each day like a lifetime.”

You may be born into a family, but you walk into friendships. Some you’ll discover you should put behind you. Others are worth every risk.

Even when you know death is coming, the blaze of it all is still sudden.