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‘Hey, Clark,’ he said. ‘Tell me something good.’
I stared out of the window at the bright-blue
Swiss sky and I told him a story of two people.
Two people who shouldn’t have met, and who
didn’t like each other much when they did, but
who found they were the only two people in the
world who could possibly have understood each
other. And I told him of the adventures they had,
the places they had gone, and the things I had
seen that I had never expected to. I conjured for
him electric skies and iridescent seas and evenings
full of laughter and silly jokes. I drew a
world for him, a world far from a Swiss industrial
estate, a world in which he was still somehow
the person he had wanted to be. I drew the world
he had created for me, full of wonder and possibility.
I let him know a hurt had been mended in a
way that he couldn’t have known, and for that
alone there would always be a piece of me indebted
to him.
