After I left Gus' grave, I went to sleep waking up the next day, damn, I sleep alot. I got up and headed to support group only to bump into a guy, just like I did Augustus.
"Uh, sorry." I said, looking up at him, I'm so SHORT. He had vibrant blue eyes with long eyelashes. He was GORGEOUS.
"It's no problem." He said. His voice was so deep... So... Gus like...
"O-Okay..." I stuttered, he looked like Gus reincarnated... Get your mind away from that Hazel... It's not possible... or is it... I walked to my usual seat and looked at him, we had a mini staring contest, I won, just like Gus and I... He is so much like him, he walked over to me...
"Hi, I'm Micha. I'm guessing that you're support group Hazel? "
"Uh, yeah...? How do you...?" I was so confused
"Issac talks about you all the time" He said, gesturing to the seat next to me, I nodded to approve that he could sit there. During group he kept looking at me like I was some celebrity, or I had something on my face. I wiped it and didn't see anything so i didn't worry about it... He seems cool, maybe I'll bring up Augustus' metaphor, the first one he said. I walked outside and he followed me, just looking at me.
"Yes?" I said. I may have sounded irritated to be honest but I'm not used to people looking at me sooooo, yeah.
"Nothing, just looking at the plant beside of you." He said. I looked to my side and there was no plant.
"What plant?" I asked, confused.
"Uh, n-never-mind. I guess I'm seeing things." He stuttered.
"Alright" I said. So we talked for a while and he seemed pretty cool. We met up again the next day. Turns out we go to the same college. How had I never seen him? I don't know but he was cool. We talked a lot at school walking to our classes together. They're close, or at least most of them are. I learned that he had a brother, emphasis on HAD, he died in a car wreck, getting hit while riding his bike home. He is at support group for the same reason a me, lungs... It's been a few days and I'm starting to get worried. I haven't seen him at school, he hasn't texted nor called me, and he hasn't been at support group. I feel like there's something wrong... Later today I noticed a missed call from his mom, she left me a voicemail... I knew something was wrong. He's in the hospital... He collapsed and said he couldn't breathe. I tried to visit him but they wouldn't let me in. I got mad but I didn't do anything for his sake. I left that day and went home to tell my parents,they didn't seem to care. Not to me at least. Either way I was worried. We've gotten close, he's like, my best friend, he has gotten me out of so much trouble it's not even funny... He means so much to me, I'm not ready to let him go too... I hope he's ok... I really do.
