His name was Aditya. When I spoke to him, that’s the name I used. Aditya, the sun.

He was my sunshine, for the few months that I knew him.

He gave me hope for a future that I never thought I would have, and that is now uncertain.

When he died, it was all I could do to not crawl into his grave with him, because I died in spirit.

But graves are for the dead, and I was still living, if only in name.

So I clawed my way back into the world.