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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
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The words weren’t just for me. I knew it in my gut. I felt it in my bones.

You hearing this, Owen? Those words are for you too.

I’m hearing this. Dumbass doesn’t know I’m still around. Haunting his pasty buttcheeks.

I snorted, hanging my head down.

“What?” Nate was half grinning, half frowning. A confused look in his gaze.

“It’s nothing. Just, if Owen were here, he’d probably say he’s haunting your pasty white buttcheeks.”

You left out ‘dumbass.’

Nate laughed, tipping his head back. “That actually makes me feel good. I think he would like a few of my friends.”

“Yeah. Probably.”

It was later that night when I let Nate off the hook.

Blaise pulled up, and my brother was so relieved. It was almost comical.

He couldn’t leave quickly enough.

Hugs were given. Promises were made to see each other the next day, and that’s when I told him that I was going to attend the graduation ceremony.

Nate looked like he was about to cry, but he gave me one more hug, hit Blaise on the shoulder with a threat to keep me safe, and then he was gone. After that, Blaise and I got ready for bed.

We crawled into the sleeping bag and he went first, telling me about his mom.

I told him about my time with Nate.

Blaise nodded. “You deserve that.”

Then he kissed me, and there wasn’t much talking after that.

I wasn’t shocked later the next afternoon when they called my name at graduation that there were two roars of cheering—one from where my brother sat with some of his friends, and the other from where Blaise and Zeke sat. Both stood up and hollered, but Zeke ran up and down his aisle, getting everyone to do the wave.

I started crying.

I met Blaise’s eyes, and his smile had been so gentle, that I swear there’d been a whole hiccup in my chest.

Then there was the very, very eerie feeling I got as I took my diploma.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and a shiver went down my spine, but I wasn’t scared. That shiver wasn’t a bad shiver. It was in awareness, and it spread through my entire body.

Owen was here.

He was walking beside me. He received the diploma with me, and he stayed with me the rest of the ceremony. And as much as I hated to admit it, Blaise and Nate were both right. Owen had wanted me to do this for him, and because of him, but that was all I could handle. I was technically the valedictorian of our class. I’d been informed on Friday, but when the principal asked if I wanted to be recognized as the valedictorian, I turned him down.

I’d only moved to Fallen Crest my senior year, and I didn’t want to do the speech. Whoever was salutatorian and the third in line deserved it more than I did. They had likely attended Fallen Crest Academy all their lives, and they’d been competing heavily for the top two spots, according to one of the secretaries in the front office who liked to gossip. So I was good with that.

Coming to the ceremony was plenty for me, and afterward was the best part.

I met Blaise’s mom, who started crying. And I met Stephen, Blaise’s real dad, but after a quick hug, he had to leave. Roussou’s ceremony was starting in thirty minutes.

Then Zeke came over and picked me up in a big hug. He twirled me around, and I felt the entire world watching us. Blaise scowled at him, but there was no threat in it. He tucked me under his arm, and the two started trading joke insults.

Nate came over with two friends in tow. One was a big, muscular guy named Matteo. The other was a girl who introduced herself as Grace.

Zeke was beside himself, his eyes all wide and bulging as he turned into a bumbling choirboy.

Nate had told our parents, and it was then that Mom and Dad came over.

Mom was crying. Dad looked like he’d shed a few tears.

He was right. Blaise was right. It was right to have them here.

As much as I didn’t confide in my mother, she was my mom. She was Owen’s mom too, and as soon as she hugged me, she broke.

This day wasn’t about me—that’s the thing that hit me.

It was about my family, because we all loved Owen. We’d all lost Owen.

My mom started to pull away, but I held her tight and whispered, “He’s here, Mom. I can feel him.”

That set her off again, but eventually she pulled back and blinked at Nate.

“I just want all my babies happy.”

“Mom.” Nate opened his arms, and she went to him. They had their own moment.

My dad caught me up in a hug, and I introduced my parents to Blaise. Their reaction could only be described as cautious. Blaise didn’t seem to care. Nate thought it was funny.


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