“Will is like that,” he said, his voice softening, somber now. “Isn’t he?” Like a smile that doesn’t hurt. I nodded. “Easy, normal, peaceful…” he told me. “The only thing in my life untouched by anything ugly. Nothing has tainted him. He’s the one thing that’s still beautiful and thinks the world is beautiful and believes people are beautiful and all that shit.” Yeah. But I couldn’t say it out loud, because it was hard enough holding back the sob. “You can’t take him away from me,” Damon told me, stepping back and letting me go.
