“The idea of saying goodbye was unbearable. Emory had walked back into his life, carved herself a place in it despite all his trepidations, and though Baz doubted he would ever feel fearless like Kai or Romie, he knew Emory had made him want to fear less. This girl who’d laughed in fields of gold, who’d made sunflowers bloom, who’d looked up at the stars with him and thought they were lost should trying to find their way home.”
