“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. I love you, Luka. I love how passionate you are, how even though you weren’t here, you were. All the photos you sent, every time I’d hear the joy in your voice about something you were working on… it helped. It was better than the treatment. You and Nora are different. She hovers like a helicopter. It’s her way. It makes her feel necessary. But you… you’re like the sun, I can feel you from millions of miles away.” He let go of my wrists and I threaded our hands together. My lashes were wet, my eyes stinging as he continued. “I just want you to be happy. I want
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