The Space Between Us
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"My mom was the first one to receive news of my brother's passing. He was announced dead in the ambulance, as if he held on just long enough to give us hope. When she called me, I remember her broken sobs in between hiccuped words and the desperation in her voice for it all to be a lie. It felt like the moment a candle is blown out but the smell of smoke lingers, or when you tap crystal and the ring of it echoes in your ears for minutes afterwards. The loss of my brother was not just a loss of a sibling but of a piece of me I will never get back. He was everything I never was for my parents and everything people wished to be. Reed took that from us. Reed took his best friend's life and we will never have him back, but I will be reminded of it for the rest of my life so long as I see Reed.
Fuck Reed. Fuck Boston, and fuck staying here."
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