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649 pages, Kindle Edition
Published July 13, 2022
“He ignores the bad stuff going on, sometimes. He wants things to seem perfect because, uh.” Troy dry swallowed. “We know we’re not perfect. And we get scared of losing people we love.” He glanced at the graves. “You’re important to him. That’s all.”
“Troy. Baby, baby.” She rubbed at his side harder. “It’s not like that.” “It’s like you don’t want me like I want you, Jen. I’m not special. You can have anybody, but you don’t want me, you pick them. And they’re all better than me.” “But I do want you. You are special to me, I promise.” “How do I know that?” he squeaked. Jennifer kissed his cheek, buried her face into his shoulder. “You’re my little blackbird.” “What?” Mindlessly he put his hand on her back, stroking hard. “Remember? You had a nightmare, and I told you that I was missing my favorite blackbird with a pink flicky tail and twitchy nose. And you said—” “Girl-bird with the stripes.” “Yeah,” she murmured.
Her hand slipped to his shoulder, and she stepped in against him. Face to face, expression pained. “Troy. I just want you to know, even if... Even if things stay fucked up between us, I’m here for you. If you just need to talk to someone, I will be there. If you need someone to talk to after one of your nightmares, I’ll do that too.” Her voice wavered for a moment. “If... If you still want me...”
“You poor bastard,” she whispered. “Losing all your brothers fucked you up in just the right way to make you so scared of losing people that you can’t break up with me, can you? Even if you know you should.”
Troy watched her shake, watched her start to cry again. “You can do that to me. It’s okay,” he whispered. He dug his arms around her, pulled her against him until she was sniveling into his shoulder. Until she was shaking her head, making hoarse half-sounds. “It’s not okay,” she wheezed. “Yes it is.”
“Oh God, sweetie...” Troy shivered in place, shaking his head. “Not sweetie. I wanna be special to you, like I was before.” “You are special.” She stepped around the counter, hesitantly hugged him from the side. “No I’m not!” He pushed his face into her shoulder. “I was special, we had this thing and it meant something, it meant I choose you, but... when I’m not here you choose anyone but me."
“As my parent, my padre, put it when I discussed this speech with him recently: Just because I was made by people and institutions who did not love me, it does not mean that I was not made with love. The love of my family, of my friends, and the love and sympathy of strangers, have all helped to make me the person I am. “That love has, in every sense but the genetic, helped to make me human. Just as the love of those around you has made you more human. “If we give someone our love, and our kindness, we also give them their humanity.”