“   In the months following his boyfriend’s death, a man tries to come to terms with living in the space between heaven and hell.   ”

Back then, I never really realized the importance of cherishing each and every moment you have, because everything is just so fragile that it only takes a little push to make everything you hold dear shatter into pieces before your very eyes.

And the boy who I confessed my love to that night, the boy trusted me with his ity, who knew me inside and out, and who was closer to me than I'd ever dreamed of letting anyone get, was taken from me before I even realized it.

Because Zelo was dead.

That's it. Dead. Gone. Disappeared from my life, like he'd never been a part of it. But nobody, not even me, could erase the memories. And they haunted me every night because really, isn't that what memories are for?

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