[ Older than Noah ever got to be. Jesus, that's actually true. In a few months, Gansey will be eighteen. Ronan and Adam are already there. By the time he's eighteen in his own world, Noah will already be gone.

He makes himself rub the tears from his eyes. This has to stop. It has to be enough. If this place is all they have together then he must, he absolutely must, make it count. There's only one way to do that. ]

I will.

[ He looks up at Noah, expression still unhappy, but working at locking it away. ]

I'll try. You hold on for as long as you can, Noah. Make as much out of life as you can. Our story hasn't ended yet, do you understand? You told me not to throw it away.

Don't you, either.