“I didn't mean to scare you. I'm not suicidal if that's what's freaking you out. I'm not fucked up in the head. I'm not deranged. I'm not suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. I'm just a brother who loved his sister more than life itself, so I get a little intense when I think about her.”

“I need to kiss you," he says again, this time a desperate plea. "Please, Sky. I'm scared that after I tell you what I'm about to tell you...I'll never get to kiss you again.”

“I’m just a brother who loved his sister more than life itself.”

“I'm so acutely aware of everything about him in this moment that I'm almost positive I could pick his thumbprint out of a lineup.”

“I live you," I whisper to him. He kisses my head again and signs into my hair. "I don't think I live you back anymore. I'm pretty sure I've moved beyond that. Actually, I'm positive I've moved beyond that, but I'm still not ready to say it to you. When I say it, I want it to be separate from this day. I don't want you to remember it like this.”

“If I live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die.”

“I press my forehead against hers. "I'm so glad you showed up," I whisper. "You changed my life forever that night.”