'There was no possibility of taking a walk that day' is first line of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre and it one that has simply never felt more appropriate. There had been no possibility of me leaving my room since the funeral. I had visited his grave but a living being for a person a grave if for the mourners of that person. I cannot believe there is a spiritual being there or that Gus would wish for me to morn him. So I don't really see the point.
I know and have been told he would not want me to be sad and that is extremely accurate. But this state I am in is not grief rather confusion.
He is here in my head but he is not here. I keep read an imperial affliction and thinking of things to say to him but he was on a rollercoaster that only went up. And mine spirals down the stomach behind me. This obviously means we are going in opposite directions. The most painful bit is over I remind myself I already watched the person I loved last good day. And now he silhouette folds other horizon line a distant rubbed out image. I want to follow.
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Standing under the umbrella
Teen FictionThe follow up to the fault in our stars? What will Hazel do after Augustus waters? Will she handle the grief? Will her condition worsen?
