Breathing

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Josh held onto the journal.

It was the only thing he had.

Days passed by since he was at the beach.

The journal was the only thing she left behind.

A knock occurred on his bedroom door. After yelling for whoever it was to go away he opened it. Joanne stood there in a black dress, she held a bag in her hand. The mother who had just lost her daughter was standing in his room. She was stronger than he was.

"Josh, this is a dress shirt and pants. Change into these and come to the funeral. Do this not for her, or for me, do it for you. Do this so you have no regrets."

He took the bag and set it down. Tears streamed down his face, Joanne took the boy who seemed to be falling apart worse by the day in her arms. Not even her husband cried like he was. She ached for her daughter; and him. He was just a boy in her eyes and yet, he just experienced what true heartbreak feels like.

"I loved her so much, it doesn't make any sense." He whispered as he wet the grieving mothers shoulder.

"She was always hard to figure out, but I do feel as if you should come. Say a proper goodbye. Don't let this be a regret in your life. It starts at three. "

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An hour passed and Josh was dressed, ready to leave. He opened up the journal and looked inside. The first few pages were ripped out. There were only four that had been written in.

An entry saying how she wanted to feel.

Two were for Joanne.

And the last one?

It was for him.

It was for him

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