Never Let Me Go, because I need to hold on to something, and you might well be it. It’s either you or my memories. You and my memories. I don’t know — it’s all kind of confusing and mysterious, all those questions without answers. I really thought they knew, but in the end they didn’t. It was disappointing at first; then I accepted it. It didn’t take long — I think I kind of expected it. What I’m only now starting to accept is how all this will go away, and nothing will have mattered; no one will even care. That feels lonely in a way that is deep and painful, right there in my stomach. But, as I say, I’m taking it for what it is; I don’t resist it anymore. I just want it to be beautiful while it lasts, and hold that beauty in my mind while I leave.
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