Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe, #2)

by Neal Shusterman

He remembered thinking, in his opiate-induced delirium, how sad it must be for a body to want something so badly and to be completely denied.

And the pain… the pain of my awareness is unbearable. Because my eyes do not close. Ever. And so all I can do is watch unblinkingly as my beloved humankind slowly weaves the rope it will use to hang itself.

If there was nothing more to hope for, then he would cling to the hope that he might see her again before his eyes were closed forever.