All That's Left in the World (All That's Left in the World, #1)

by Erik J. Brown

Every once in a while, Jamie lets out another chuckle. I smile and elbow him, and his laughter comes back. I could listen to his laugh until the day I die and never get sick of it.

Oh shit. I really just fell in love with a straight boy, didn’t I? I mean, it’s clearly been there for a while and I only just noticed, but there it is.

Funny how little things can feel so big when you haven’t done them in a while.

We’re facing the end and it’s not okay but it is. It’s all okay. The world ended and there’s nothing left but shit. And him. Us. So that’s all right, then.

“You make me feel safe. Like the world hasn’t ended and there’s nothing left. Because I have you.”

But then I look at him; I hear his laugh, I see his smile, and the darkness melts away. Then I do have hope—even just for a little while—because I know that there is something in this world I can fight for. Something I will fight for if I have to.