As Holly perused Simon's book, she suddenly flipped to a rather important page. Or at least it seemed as so, for it was more worn-out, more faded than the others. The corner of the page was creased as though it had been dog-eared innumerous times, and amongst the paragraphs, there was one single line clumsily circled with what looked to be first a blue crayon, then once more over in the sharper, more calculated mark of a fountain pen:
“Stars are beautiful, but they may not take part in anything, they must just look on forever.”
She frowned as a sudden melancholy gripped her. Holly could almost see a little boy sitting in his hospital bed swathed in tubes and clicking wires and respirator machines. He peers out his window and down at the street, and he sees children playing and running and laughing. He sees them and hears them, but he’s like a figurine caught within a snow-globe: so close to the world outside that it’s almost as though he could reach out and touch it. But instead of the warm bodies of others and the thrumming of life and fresh air, his fingers are restrained by an invisible, insuperable barrier never meant to be crossed.
So, some may recognize the mentioned quote: it's from the novel Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie. This book is Simon's favourite for a very important reason. Simon is supposed to be an allegory to the story of Peter Pan. He looks younger than his years, he is boyishly handsome, both have similar personalities: arrogant, charming, flirtatious and clever. They are afraid of growing up and both have everything in the world they could ever want except for the thing they want most. They also both fall in love with a sensible girl who, at any moment, could easily leave them behind. Like the lost boys, Simon was essentially "stolen" from a normal life at a young age because of his illness like they "fell from their prams", and he is also an orphan who wants nothing more than love, life and adventure, though he often goes about it in the wrong ways.
So yeah. Little infodump there. Gonna go to bed now.
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