Without You

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It has been a month since the death of my only love, Augustus Waters. I still lay in bed everyday, sobbing. I can't let him go. I loved him, and I still do. I know he is out there somewhere, Possibly watching over me. I have thought about joining him in death. But I know that is not what he would have wanted for my future.

As I look up at the stars, I think of him. Think about why It couldn't have been me. How he deserved a better life. A better girlfriend who could have helped him.

Because of my sucky lungs, I couldn't help him. I couldn't save him.

I kick my oxygen tank hard, in anger. I gasp for breath for a few seconds before my breathing becomes normal. Augustus Waters, dead, and never coming back.

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I stand at the place where my love is buried. I fall to my knees, thinking of everything that has happened in the last few months. I never knew my life could change so quickly in just a short amount of time.

I read his tomb stone for the 1,000th time in a row.

Augustus Waters

Loving son and boyfriend.

Died far to young.

Only two sentences to show how important he was.

Two.

I wish an epigraph could be longer.

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After a month, everyone of Augustus's friends forgot about him. They moved on. Isaac and I are the only ones still mourning. Isaac has slowly moved on, but is still hurt.

But me, I sob every time I hear his name.

Such an important person shouldn't be forgotten so easily.

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