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

by Adam Silvera

For those who need a reminder to make every day count.

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

it’s not getting to thank everyone for all they did for me.

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.

Malcolm stares out the window, wishing he could glimpse Rufus on his bike turning a corner, and finally he cries, these loud, stuttering sobs, not because he’ll now have a criminal record, not because he’s scared to go to the police station, not even because Rufus is dying, but because the biggest crime of all tonight was not being able to hug his best friend goodbye.

This got me the worst. I could you not I was sobbing over the last line. 😭😭