“Kit,” Matthew said, softly. The chill in his blood was rapidly vanishing, replaced by a sorrow that he knew would always be there. A sorrow he would always be grateful for, because it marked the place where Christopher had once been. It was a memorial, a reminder of how much better it was to have a Christopher to mourn, than never to have had a Christopher at all. “Kit, I miss you.”
I CANNOT STOP CRYINGGGGGGGGGG
— Aug 11, 2026 05:26AM
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