I Don't Wanna Let This Go

Broken pieces of glass were strewn across the stairs that led to the rooftop. For a moment, just for a second, I saw myself in those broken pieces and just like those pieces, I knew I can't be repaired. I can't be healed nor can he be.
I climb the stairs carefully, trying not to hurt myself with the glass pieces, trying not to bleed. I stand for awhile and take a deep breath, my damaged lungs already giving up.

I reach the rooftop, the place I always know I could find him. The place, where his soul has always been raw. He says that rooftops have always been his place away from this chaotic world, the place where he could put down his guard and throw away his mask.The place he calls his 'wonderland'. The place he always exposed his vulnerable heart to me.  I see him sitting at the edge like he always does. His both legs, prosthetic and real ,dangling down and his face draped in the curtain of moonlight while he ever so passionately watches the moon as if trying to find the lost answers in its mesmerizing effulgence. Trying to get out of the labyrinth that his soul is stuck in, 'cause his soul, his soul has always been confused and lost.

Trying not to make any noise as I walk in my converse,I ever so quietly walk to him, but you see my friend Philip here couldn't stay without making some noise. In case you are wondering who is Philip, he's my oxygen tank. Yeah, being a lung cancer patient has its own perks. I go and sit beside him,adjusting Philip. And then like always, I see the unlit cigarette in between his fingers, touching his lips but never lit up. He says it's some stupid metaphor that, "You put the thing that does the killing right between your teeth, but you never give it the power to kill you" , his words, not mine.

I look at him still staring at the sky, as if lost in its beauty just as I'm lost in his, the beauty of his eyes, his soul, him.
I stare into his eyes, and I see the moon's reflection gleaming in them. His eyes,  there's this whole new world I always find in them, a world of love and pain, a world of brokeness and strength, serenity and kindness. A world where his soul resides. His eyes, they bewitch me just like he does and here, I always want to stay captivated by them.

But tonight, they're unreadable, they're mysterious."Hazel Grace" I hear him call my name, his voice rough, as if he was struggling to let the words out, struggling to let the pain out.
His blue orbs stare into my green ones and he almost brings my bleeding heart into my cold under oxygenated hands as the next words escape from his plump lips.

"I don't wanna let this go,I don't wanna say goodbye."

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So here's the first chapter. I hope you like it. Do vote and comment:).
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-Neh❤