“Harry died, but I can become two people and keep you company. You can also continue to look for men that you like.”

“Raffles.”

“I’m serious,” Raffles sounded the way he did when he was conducting an experiment. He pressed me down onto his naked chest and let me listen to his heartbeat. “Back then, we could tell that Harry liked you too, but he matchmade the two of us so that you could be happy. We only hope to make you happy, and Harry would want to see you happy too,” he said, choking back sobs.

“Harry is still alive.” I looked up at him while lying on his chest.

“What?” Raffles was confused and surprised. He looked down, and his grayish-blue hair slid past his...