“What’s something big you miss about Christine?” she asked, pulling her hair over her shoulder. “Her messy aliveness. She really went for it, y’know? So full of life and couldn’t get enough of even the things she hated. She really rocket-burned out instead of simply fading away,” he said, the answer breaking through quickly, requiring almost no brain energy from him at all. “That’s beautiful. Tragic and beautiful.” “Well, yeah…that’s a perfect way of describing her.”
