Цитаты из книги This Thing Between Us

An owl flew over the cabin and swept into the tree line. I stepped aside for you to see and then remembered you were dead.

Big Lovecraftian clouds moved below the blue expanse, bigger than I could comprehend.

It meant sooner or later I was going to lose you again. No matter how deformed I felt, or how hobbled I was by your absence, with time I would develop the right callus to get on with life and you would slip into the background like a hand on someone’s leg that they feel less and less the longer it stays there.

The part that could care for another person, invest in them, it froze and then sheared off like a glacier, into the dead ocean of things I couldn’t access anymore. It felt like freedom, actually.

With every moment the floor shifted under my feet. The world was pressed against my nose, too close to see. I had no story to follow. My favorite character was gone.