“How do you do it?” she voiced the question to him, hating the way her sound didn’t even come out properly. “How do you forget?” He was silent for a beat, his eyes on the stars. “You don’t.” Amara swallowed, looking back up at the sky. “You need to find something or someone to live for,” he spoke quietly beside her, his tone the same gentle one he always used with her. “Something or someone who makes you want to push through all the shit the world will throw at you.”
