He hadn’t lived a long life. It was relatively short, in the grand scheme of things, but he wasn’t angry. He had experienced the love of a million lifetimes in the short amount of time he had known James. He had met the sun and known its warmth. It wasn’t a bad life. It was the best one he could’ve asked for. He was loved and he had loved in return. What a glorious and indelible thing to be a part of.
— Aug 27, 2026 06:34PM
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