August 1, 2015
Dear diary,
Elliott kept stealing kisses today.
One after the other.
He wouldn't let go of my hand, wouldn't even look away.
He was running a fever and I was beginning to panick. I didn't know if he would be okay.
I ran my hands through his hair, urging him to try and fall asleep but he wouldn't. "I'm going to miss you, Mia." he forced a smile.
That night he told me to finish his book.
