“Quentin Fields was a basketball player. He was also a son, a brother… Somebody’s teammate, somebody’s friend. I didn’t know Quentin Fields, and I guess now I never will. Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t you anymore? If you were suddenly gone, how would your world react? Whatever you imagined is wrong. There’s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean… it’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night. Quiet, persistent, unfair… Diminished by time and fate and love. I didn’t know Quentin Fields, but I’m jealous of him. Because I see how his absence has affected the people that did know him, so I know that he mattered to them, and I know he was loved. People say Quentin Fields was a great basketball player. Graceful, fluid, inspiring. They say on a good night it almost seemed that he could fly… and now he can.” – One Tree Hill
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