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Can a person as kind as Lochie ever be loved too much? Was our love realy destined to cause so much unhappiness, so much destruction and despair? In the end, was it wrong after al? If I am stil here, doesn’t that mean I have the chance to keep our love alive? Doesn’t that mean I stil have the opportunity to make something good come out of al this rather than unending tragedy?

He gave up his life to rescue mine, to rescue the children. That was what he wanted, that was his choice, that was the price he was wiling to pay for me to continue living, for me to have a life worth living. If I die too, his ultimate sacrifice wil have been in vain.

I sway forward so that my forehead presses against the cold glass. I close my eyes and start to cry, silent tears tracking down my cheeks. Lochie, I can go to prison for you, I can die for you. But the one thing I know you want, I can’t do. I can’t go on living for you.

‘Maya, we need to leave. We’re going to be late!’ Kit’s voice cals up from the hal. They’re al waiting, waiting to say goodbye, to take the first step towards letting go. If I am to live, I wil have to start letting go too. Let go of Lochie. How can I possibly ever do that?

I look at my face one more time. I look into the eyes Lochie used to cal as blue as the ocean. Just a few moments ago I told myself that he never realy knew me if he thought, even for a second, that I could survive without him. But what if I’m the one who is wrong? Lochie died to save us, to save the family, to save me. He wouldn’t have done that if he’d thought, even for a moment, that I wasn’t strong enough to go on without him. Perhaps, just perhaps, at the end of the day, he is right and I am wrong. Perhaps I never knew myself as wel as he knew me.

I walk slowly towards my desk and pul open the drawer. I slide my hand under the piles of paper and close my fingers around the knife’s handle. I pick it up, its sharp edge glinting in the sun. I hold it under my jacket and go downstairs. In the kitchen, I open the cutlery drawer and place it right at the very back, out of sight. Then I push the drawer firmly closed.

A violent sob escapes me. As I press the back of my wrist against my mouth, my lips meet the cool silver. Lochan’s present to me. Now it’s my turn. Closing my eyes against the tears, I take a long, deep breath and whisper, ‘OK, I’l try. That’s al I can promise you right now, Lochie, but I’l try.’

As we leave the house, everyone is fussing and squabbling. Wila has lost her butterfly clip, Tiffin claims his tie is choking him, Kit complains that Wila’s moaning wil make us al late . . . We file out through the broken gate and onto the street, al dressed up in the smartest clothes we have ever owned. Wila and Tiffin both want to hold my hand. Kit hangs back. I suggest he takes Wila’s so that we can swing her between us. He obliges, and as we launch her high into the air, the wind whips back her long dress, revealing a pair of bright pink knickers. As she clamours for us to do it again, Kit’s eyes meet mine with an amused smile.

We walk down the middle of the road holding hands, the pavement far too narrow for al four of us together. A warm breeze brushes across our faces, carrying the smel of honeysuckle from a front garden. The midday sun beams down from a bright blue sky, the light shimmering between the leaves, scattering us with golden confetti.

‘Hey!’ Tiffin exclaims, his voice ringing with surprise. ‘It’s nearly summer!’

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