reminding me of all the pain I’d caused him when I’d refused to love him beneath the stars, hissing at me that I should have seen what Lionel had been doing to him long before I had. I should have seen and been the lifeline he’d so desperately needed. But instead, I’d become the weight which hung from his shoulders and dragged him beneath the surface. I’d added to his pain and his burdens, and I’d given him even more to hurt over in the short time he’d been gifted in this life.
