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He feels like slipping into a well-worn jacket.

They really are cut from the same cloth.

She had a tendency to go for the quiet ones, and he was happy that she’d found someone who could balance out her fire.

Jake had too many sharp edges, and Bradley bruised as easily as he blushed, and he could hide it from most people but not from Jake, never from Jake.

In retrospect, it should have been obvious. Just because Bradley treated him better than anyone had before, shouldn't have made him think Bradley loved Jake. People don't always love you back just because you love them first. But at the time, Jake thought they were on the same page--or at least Bradley pretended to be.

Maybe that’s just how it has to be. This world wasn't built for them, for fragile, complicated things like this, that burn as brightly and quickly as a dying star.

He looks like an Edward Hopper painting, melancholy and distant.

Better to burn out than fade away.

He had shown apology without ever justifying his actions - he had simply said sorry, and then went on trying to prove it.

If that wasn’t a real apology to Rooster, then he didn’t know what was.

Falling around him like the petals of an aged flower

“I think about her sometimes. Not in the way you think about things. Nor in the way you describe them. I think about her the way you remember weird dreams. Her face, her clothes, her body -- they come back in shapes. Blurry ones. Like through the wall of a fish tank, or a glass.

I cannot remember her as a whole person, and I cannot trust any part of her that I remember. She is a ghost to me now. Maybe I never actually knew her at all.”