Heart the Lover (56)

He will be okay. I don’t know where this thought comes from, from me or from Silas, from Yash or my mother. It just comes to me. And it feels like an actual possibility.

Silas and I get into the other bed. I lie as close to him as I can, along the whole length of him. I cry some more and he holds me and I don’t know where Yash is or what will happen when the sun comes up and the week begins. Maybe it’s true what the philosopher said, that the past and the future don’t exist, that this is the only moment we ever have, this moment right now and this moment and this— ‘Casey,’ Silas says in my ear, half asleep, pulling me closer, reading my mind. ‘You’re here.’