I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that he was gone forever, that I wouldn't be able to see him again, to talk to him, I couldn't believe that was gone.
I couldn't believe that he was dead.
"It was fast and not very painful," they told me as I heard the news, the news that my brother, the person I most loved in the world, the person that was always there for me, that promised that would never leave me, had left. Forever.
That night I cried, I cried so damn hard that for one moment I was scared that my eyes wouldn't be able to handle it, but then I realized that it didn't matter, not anymore, because he was gone, and nothing mattered anymore. So I cried.
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My Life Without Him
Teen FictionWhen the sixteen-years-old teenage girl Alex, loses her dear brother in an accident, she is forced to go and live with her mother, who she hasn't a good relationship with, along with her mom's new husband and three children, which are now her stepbr...
