Summary:

As the months went by, he tried not to feel resentment in the constant comparisons — Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, teenage phenoms with endless prospects. He wanted to scream, "We couldn't be more different, can't you see?" Instead, he looked away. He did not think about the freckles, the open smile, the sound of laughter. Two adoring parents in a hotel lobby. He clenched his jaw. There it is. There you are.-a meandering tour through ilya's grief, thinking about parents, and how it can be hard to be loved.-(it's ilya rozanov so minor depictions/mentions: death by suicide, dementia, homophobia)