oh my *god*, bb. this is gorgeous. really, really beautiful words. this especially:

For Brendon, childhood is one outstanding week like blue flame in his memory, and one shining, overwhelming night when they were fourteen and fifteen, one brilliant night like white hot iron, like the moon over water, like stars shattered high in the mountains where no streetlight dims the viewer’s sight.

a;lkjr;ofiaw3oip!!!!!!! you are amazing, the end.

*reads the rest*