Chapter 9

I’ve always loved you, Tobin.

The world goes black and silent and cold before it’s snuffed out like a candle’s flame, and I can’t think anymore, I can’t see, I can’t hear a thing. It’s all gone.

Part 11

I remember kisses.

Soft, gentle kisses that flutter across my lips like butterflies. Refreshing kisses like a spring rain. Hungry kisses, eager lips covering mine in a velvet crush that’s maddening because I want more. I can’t get enough. I want to drown in these kisses. I could live on them alone. I would die without them.

Kisses like promises, each one a hint of something more. Kisses like snowflakes, no two the same. Kisses whirling like a hurricane through the blankness of my mind.

In the darkness I see two boys on bicycles, teenagers laughing as they race against the wind. One of the boys is myself, but I don’t know my name, not anymore. I had it once, I think, and somewhere along the way it fell aside and was lost.