Romeo walked across the fields to the train station with him, the hazy morning sunlight making the world dreamlike and unreal. If you need me, promise me you’ll text me, and I’ll come. I want to. I want to be there for you, Romeo signed after they had hugged, holding each other long enough to make some people on the platform stare. And I know you think you can handle this on your own, but you don’t have to, okay? You were there for me once. I want to do the same. Okay, Crash signed. He squeezed Romeo’s hand. Romeo was the closest friend he’d ever had. Once, at the beginning of their friendship, he’d thought they could be more than friends, but not now. Now he saw Romeo more as a brother, family, and there were no sparks at all. There never really had been—just a lot of love. The six-hour train journey was a blur. Crash rested his head against the window and slept in reluctant bursts, trying to stay awake as much as he could, because the dreams he swam through now were the most painful.
