The First to Die at the End

by Adam Silvera

“Is the elevator broken?” “It’s been broken since my father ran this place,” Frankie says. I see. I’m not sure how legal it is to advertise the building having an elevator if it’s purely decorative, but I’m going to make the most of it.

Freedom should be freeing, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be heartbreaking.

I’d rather be planets apart as long as she’s still breathing on the other side of the galaxy.

“Here’s the truth no one ever wants to admit when death is on the horizon, or when you’re deep in that grief—as long as you keep existing, you’ll keep breathing, and if you’re breathing, one day you’ll start living again.”

Figuring out the right angle is tricky without a phone’s mirror. “How the hell did people take selfies before phones?”