There is not enough magic in the universe to form bonds that cannot break. But there might be enough, in what we are to each other, in friendship and in love, to fix this. I don’t know. I wish I did.
I wish a lot of things.
I am crying as I drive, and I wait for Jay to make some comment about thinking girls can’t cry, to make fun of me for tricking him, but all he is doing is sleeping and making sounds of pain as we move away from the magician.
Some things even a magician cannot forgive themselves for doing.