“They were lovers,” I said. “Time-crossed lovers. All the best stories are love stories.”



IM. NOT NORMAL OVER THIS BOOK.

I MEAN. MY GOD. OH MY GOOOD.......

AND THIS QUOTE TOO I was torn into shreds...

“Don’t leave me,” Chappell said, reaching out a hand on the warm stone of the bench. I rested my hand on his. I couldn’t leave him. We were the lost men, the bereaved men, the loneliest men in the universe. We were entangled.