“The idea of Liam existing in the future that Jonah had no part in sat heavy on his chest. He always knew that was the plan. That it would be naive to expect anything different. But is was harder thinking about it in such concrete turns. Liam getting into the art school, Liam saving the money to move, Liam moving on. Forging the future and leaving Jonah stagnant and stale. A distant memory in the past. Just a part of his story, a series of friday nights strung together during one strange autumn. And the boy he left there in the end.”