Adam Silvera

C'est la fin. Le moment où on abandonne tout espoir d'inverser le temps, le moment où on renonce à trouver un remède contre la mort, le moment où on doit vivre dans cet univers sans Theo, le moment de lui dire adieu.

Je n'en suis pas capable. Pour la plupart des gens c'est un adieu, mais pas pour moi. Jamais.

Je m'enfonce dans le sol, et je coule sans essayer de refaire surface.

Tu es toujours en vie dans des univers parallèles, Theo, mais moi j'habite dans le vrai monde, celui où tes funérailles ont eu lieu ce matin devant un cercueil ouvert.

Time doesn't heal all wounds. We both know that's bullshit; it comes from people who have nothing comforting or original to say. But I wonder if others keep up with this lie because they don't want to speak the harsh truth. The wound never closes and the pain remains, always piercing, always burning, always suffocating, always bleeding.

I know you're out there, listening. And you should know I'm really pissed because you swore you would never die and yet here we are. It hurts even more because this isn't the first promise you've broken.

If the blind can find joy in music, and the deaf can discover it with colors, I will do my best to always find the sun in the darkness because my life isn't one sad ending - it's a series of endless happy beginnings.

Happiness shouldn't be this hard.