“I loved you,” I said, leaning in to him. “You were my best friend.” “I loved you too,” he whispered and then, a startled expression on his face, he said, “I can’t see you.” “I’m here.” “I can’t see you. It’s just darkness.” “I’m here, Julian. I’m here. Can you hear me?” “I hear you. But I can’t see you. Will you hold me?” I was already holding his hand and squeezed it a little to make sure he knew that I was there. “No,” he said. “Hold me. I want to be held again. Just one more time.” I hesitated, uncertain what he meant, and then released his hand and walked around to the other side of the
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