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“I’m going to kill him,” she says, her small hands forming fists. “I’m going to kill him—”
And if you don’t get that, I’m glad things didn’t work out between the two of you.”
And it’s not insane to imagine that sometimes even horrible people are searching for a way out of their own darkness.”
She’s holding a bouquet of dandelions up to the cameraman, as if to offer him one. And then, just off to the side, there’s another figure. A little blond boy. So blond his hair is white. He’s staring, intensely, at a single dandelion in his hands.
Thank you for appreciating my face. I’ve always thought I had an underappreciated face.”
He hands me a plate of pizza. I murmur a quick thanks and stare at the pizza, wondering whether I’d be able to shove the whole thing in my mouth at once. Probably not.
And she smiles. Smiles at me and my heart shatters. “Trust me,” she says. “I’d remember you.”
You don’t know that Aaron has been in love with Ella for the better part of his entire life. They’ve known each other since childhood.”
The reason he had to keep wiping their memories was because it didn’t matter how many times he reset the story or remade the introductions— Aaron always fell in love with her. Every time.
Juliette cared about me. Listened to me the way no one else did. It was the most innocent relationship I’d ever had, but it meant more to me than anything. For the first time in years, I felt less alone.
Aaron Warner Anderson is the only emotional through line in my life that ever made sense. He’s the only constant. The only steady, reliable heartbeat I’ve ever had.
“We’re in Oceania. We’re here to find Ella.”
And I realize then, in a moment that terrifies me, that I want this, forever. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to build a future with her. I want to grow old with her. I want to marry her.
“You are a plague upon my life, Kishimoto.” “I said you’re welcome.”
Aaron sits up, the frustration in his eyes slowly giving way to surprise. “You think I’m wonderful?” he says, one hand pressed against his chest in mock affection. “That’s so sweet.”
Today is not forever. Happiness does not happen. Happiness must be uncovered, separated from the skin of pain. It must be claimed. Kept close. Protected.
“Bro, you really need to, like, eat a pizza or something,” he says, slapping me on the shoulder as he leaves. “You have too many abs.”

