Am I Next to Die Living?

Chapter 1

The way the wind blew through her beautiful face while she held his rough hands in the middle of the waves. Sand trickling their feet; the bright horizon across their eyes as they slightly turned their heads to meet one another's bright eyes. Hers filled with tears. A smile curved upon her lips as he muttered the three worded, eight lettered sentence that's supposed to mean everything. But it didn't, she said it to many times to the one person whom understood her (my grandmother) who was no longer with her. She felt the guilt of betrayal as she spoke the same meaningless verse under her breath. He gently reached out his hands to rearrange the loose strands of hair that fell from her withered braid and said "its okay...you didn't have to say it back. I understand."
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Ten years later that same couple gave birth to their second child, me. Ezra. So much had changed since that day. The day of her mother's death. The girl with bright eyes and a curved smile along with the man with the rough hands on the sand of the upcoming waves, had a soon to be successful daughter, Annie, halfway across the country at a university. Them they had me, a misfit with two friends. Fortunately, they weren't alive to see through my failure in the human race.
My father died first. Some type of disease I can't recall. That I won't recall. It hurts so hard to remember how much fun we used to have when I was growing up. I miss him so much. He was always there for me. Like for instance, when I scraped my knees from falling off my worn down bike. I thought that hurt. That wasn't pain. Yet, pain is not the worst thing that dwells inside you. It's loss and loneliness. I swear nothing hurts more than blend alone or without a single person you love. There is I an empty feeling in your heart that makes you want to die and be with the one you lost.
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The kite soured through the sky with the hands of a little boy at the end of the string. My father looked out the window and saw a little boy across the street. The boys happiness put a s.ile on my prideful father's face, due to which ment sorrow through the tears running down his cheeks.
He stood a little taller when he looked back and had noticed my eyes had been glued to him the entire time. "Remember when you were little out on the beach? When the soft waves threw your unbalanced little body down?"
I gave him a slight nod. Then remembered he wanted a vocal reply. " yeah, and you used to pick me up two seconds after I fell. PURPOSLEY. You said it was a life lesson no to do it imedietly I guess." I smiled slightly expecting to get a bit of a curved lip in response. But then he looked away. Quickly looked away.