“
He kisses me and I can feel him shaking, and I wrap my arms around him like I could stop him from disappearing, like I could make this moment last, but his skin is cold and damp with tears and I know he is leaving.
It is good to be loved, even though it will not last.
It is good to know that once upon a time, there was a Gat and me.
Then he takes off, and I cannot bear to be separate from him, and I think, this cannot end. It can't be true that we won't ever be together again, not when our love is so real. The story is suppose to have a happy ending.
But no.
He is leaving me.
He is dead already, of course.
The story ended a long time ago.
”
”
E. Lockhart (We Were Liars)