When something is at risk or in danger or about to be lost, those are the moments you start to realize how much it means to you.

You're hung up on something that's never going to love you back.

For a moment, he thought he sensed, beneath the visible world, some blind infrastructure connecting the two of them, or the three of them, and connecting them to still others. People he hadn't even met.

A vision of underground connections flashed before him again, only inverted. A towering construction like a tree strung with lights, shimmering, changing, and in the middle,
a darkness—the object or concept holding the visible together.

That it may be the only thing the darkness makes clearer: who really matters is whoever you're most desperate to see.

The second this interminable wait ended, it would all start to fall away into the past, to become unreal.