“Logan. Touching.”

“Logan was close enough for me to touch, to smell, to feel his breath on my forehead. Close enough to kiss. If only he were alive.”

“I miss you, Logan." I touched my fingers to my lips, then to the forehead of the Keeley Brothers skull. "I miss you so much."Missing Logan was an emptiness, an ache so dull and deep, it was a permanent part of me. I would never truly get over his death, but someday I would find peace. Missing Zachary, on the other hand, was a searing knife in the gut. I burned to save him from the horrible fates I imagined, and the need to be in his arms again set my skin ablaze. One boy was gone forever. The other was gone now.”

“I love you, Aura," Logan whispered. "Body or not, as long as I'm in this world, I want to be with you.”

“Don’t move,” he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.”

“Logan followed my gaze. "I wonder if there'll be stars where I'm going.""If there aren't now, there will be once you show up.”

“The phone in my hand buzzed. Logan had just texted I Love You - so cute how he never abbreviated it.”