It's the day after the funeral and I feel like my heart has been ripped out of me. I read through all our texts to remember how sweet he was. I still don't know why he was taken away from me. After reading his letter it made the pain all the worst. I have read that letter over millions of time and still wonder why it had to be him.
I lye in bed all day and barley eat. But at least my mom doesn't nag me about being depressed even though she knows I am. But this time I won't even deny it because I am. I mean my Augustus it's not fair. He was mine and now he's not.
