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"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And t...
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We started screaming desperately as the machinery seemed to be lifting off the ground and flying off somewhere that was impossible to know. We passed inside some wormholes and in the third of them we were all hugging together in fear of what could happen. We felt an impact on the ground and were afraid to open our eyes, trembling. Thomas opened them first, taking me carefully from his arms and looking around.
Caitlin didn't want to hear any words from Barry that would try to mask the beautiful tragedy to which, from the start, they were doomed.
In that moment, and for all the last four years, he felt like he would be able to accept anything that came from Caitlin, as if time hadn't flown from both of them in different directions.
Barry carried the weight of the world on his back and his heart on his sleeve, the perfect combination to form that finale.
While there seemed to be so much left unsaid, it was suddenly as if there was nothing hanging between them, nothing really connecting them but a faraway past and a baby shoe tucked away in a box at the back of the closet.
They were this ever-expanding “something”, becoming bigger and more certain as the years went by [...].