He watched himself. The twelve-year-old boy with the gap-toothed smile and the unbroken heart. The boy who believed the summer would never end, that his mother would live forever, that love was not a transaction but a birthright.
"Then let me grieve on my terms."
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Elias stared at the screen. He had already extended it four times. The total cost now exceeded his monthly internet bill. But how do you put a price on the only warm memory you have left? He watched himself
He wept for three hours.
He lived.