a little life is just like. i love you so much but all the love i have for you, all the love in the world; it can’t save me. nothing can. i love you; im sorry. im sorry that you love me. you can’t save me.
“Limes,” says Jude, looking up at him and shielding his eyes against the sun.
“Right, he says, and bends down, takes Jude’s sunglasses off him, kisses him on his eyelids, and replaces his glasses. Summer, JB has always said, is Jude’s season: his skin darkens and his hair lightens to almost the same shade, making his eyes turn an unnatural green, and Willem has to keep himself from touching him too much. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
