“When did you go and get all self-assured on me?” Logan laughs, probably to keep from crying. “Don’t tell me it’s from Seidon hitting on you?”

I laugh then, too, a nervous release.

“Definitely not,” I say. “I can do way better than him. I already have.”

Logan reaches out and pulls me into a hug. Here, holding each other on the side of this mountain, we both break down.

“I don’t want to do this,” Logan finally says. “But you’re right. I’m just glad you finally see some of what I’ve always seen in you.”

It feels like my heart literally snaps in half in my chest, a fault line ripping wide open. But then, to my surprise, the crack suddenly feels familiar—like it belongs to me. Someone will love this fractured heart someday, maybe even Logan again. But I’m always going to be the one in charge of mending the tears. There’s so much freedom, so much power, in that notion, it almost makes breaking up with Logan bearable.

Almost.

So I kiss Logan and he kisses me back, one last time, for now. I then reach into my pocket and grab the fidget spinner Logan left me, once upon a time.

“Thank you for this,” I say, wishing I could put into words how much the little piece of metal meant to me. But then I hold it out for Logan to take back.

“It’s yours to keep,” Logan says, stepping away.

I shouldn’t accept, but honestly I’m grateful Logan wants to leave me this vital piece of him. I wish I had something to give him in return, like the most important page of wisdom collected in my journal bible, but I left it back in Charvan. Then I realize I actually do have something to give Logan. I reach back into my pocket and pull out the Perillian card, the one Brendan just gifted me.

“I was going to keep this card as a reminder of the trip, of everything I’ve learned along the way,” I begin. “But I want you to have it.”

Logan accepts the card with a sad smile. The objects we exchanged might carry different weights, but they still feel balanced in all the ways that matter, old and new. And standing here with Logan, I wonder how it’s possible to feel full and empty at the same time.

Either way, I know I’ll never let this fidget spinner go. Because if some objects are haunted by history, then some others must be blessed by it, too.

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“Chase, are you sure?” Logan asks, unable to hide the hope that springs into his voice.