I wonder if this is how people get close: They heal each other's wounds.

“But maybe happiness isn't in the choosing. Maybe it's in the fiction, in the pr…”

“He has left nothing except for a note, which I find neatly folded under one of …”

“Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's d…”

“... si no es posible regresar a los sitios de los que has partido, no es porque…”