I always loved His name. August. It reminded me of the bike rides and picnics We would take each other on (He would usually ride bikes, I would make picnics).
Like the rainy days We spent cuddled up on the couch watching Glee and Phineas and Ferb reruns.
When Mom made me a cake for our one year anniversary and didn't get mad when We fed each other slices.
God, I love my mom.
When I would lay on my bed at 1:26AM and text Him saying that I needed to sleep, but He still kept conversations going. That's just who He was.
When I walked to His house and couldn't find Him, so I went inside and found his parents weeping. And August wasn't there. And they showed me a noose. And I crumpled to the linoleum.
I always thought He was happy. I always thought that He would tell me if He was breaking inside. Because that's how I feel now. I need to stay strong, but the pieces inside of me are slowly falling apart.
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Genç KurguAfter Carson's boyfriend, August, commits suicide, he finds a journal under his pillow. A/N This is a rough draft! There will be spelling mistakes, grammatical errors, some "DAMN YOU, AUTOCORRECT!" parts, and maybe some facepalm moments. After I fi...
