I can see them from here, heads close together, their words low, murmured. I know he is talking about me because I feel it every time, like a warmth spreading through my bones, seeping into my blood.

I know there is something growing between them and I am not saddened by that. I'm happy. Happy to see the boy I love has not broken, and that if he has, he has found the strength to put himself back together again. Christina has helped with that, even in her own grief and I know it was partly for me. I will thank her for it later.

Will watches next to me, smiling into his hand. I know he feels what I feel; joy.
No one is expected to stay alone after losing everything they had left to live for. Christina is one of the few he and I both had the privilege of knowing and he favors her for that. But I know the truth of it. I know Tobias was crafted to fit against my crude exterior. I know he and I were polished over time to fit into each other's fissures until we were tied, mended together perfectly.
I know it is that way for Will, too, however long he knew Christina. She still loves him and that will never change, just as Tobias's love for me won't either.

But for now, Christina will be something that I could not be then. With them, I was known for bravery. Courage. But the strength belongs to Christina and Tobias, two people that have endured loss after loss and have not abandoned themselves in the process.
No, they will be all right and I will be, too, because I know this is not the end.

It is the start of another story. Two people bound by the broken pieces that the other has mended.

Again, I smile, Just as he looks upward, almost at me.

And for a moment, it's like death is not there to separate us. Like I am there with him and I think he sees it, too.

I'll see you soon, I think.