"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 a...
His eyes, those blue pearls, bored into mine and I knew, tonight there was no escape. Tonight his soul needed answers. Tonight I knew that he has given up.
I looked away. I looked away because maybe, I couldn't face the pain, a pain so pure, a pain so inhuman, that his starry eyes were bearing or maybe I tried, I tried to let the answers out,but oh, my vocal chords just couldn't jingle out a sound, as I felt the needles piercing my heart, slowly, mercilessly, ripping it apart, shattering it into pieces as I felt his fingers intertwine with mine, so passionately, so desperately, as if he needed to feel the warmth, he needed to feel my love, he needed me.
I turned towards him, and it took everything in me not to break down, as I saw his eyes raining, and the pain flowing down his cheeks. I didn't know what to say, or maybe I did but I just didn't want to say it out loud. He still looked at the moon, the same way, still demanding answers, answers as harsh as reality.
"You're not saying goodbye Augustus" I whispered, because the lump in my throat wouldn't let me utter a word. He turned to face me, tears glistening his eyes and I knew that mine couldn't hold it back anymore either as I felt the warm liquid cascading down my cheeks.
His eyes bore into mine and I knew I have to say it all tonight. I couldn't be selfish tonight.
"No Augustus Waters, you ain't saying goodbye. Not to me, not to our love. Our love will always remain in the deepest corner of my heart, sealed and packed in a box, protected by zombies."
And there, I saw the crooked grin admist his tear stained cheeks. The stupid grin,that lit fireworks in my heart. I smiled too so did my heart. He adjusted himself and put his head on my lap, his legs no more dangling. I entangled my fingers in his mahogany hair, caressing them like he always does with mine.
I stare at his tear stained cheeks, his puffy eyes and that tomato-red nose. His face it looks so serene under the moonlight, as pure as a new born baby. And I know that there's this 5 year old innocent soul stuck in this 18 year old body. A soul that loves zombies and basketball. A soul that loves to be loved. A soul that loves unconditionally. . . .
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Hey lovelies,❤ Second chapter here✨ Do vote and comment❤ -Neh❤
