I am laying down on my bed staring at the ceiling. I may have just ended Hazel and Isaac's friendship. They haven't talked to each other since we saw her at the park. I feel terrible but at the same time relieved that I have someone on my side. That day, Isaac said everything I've been thinking the last four years and I didn't even have to tell him anything.
I grab my keys and turn on the car. I drive to a CD store my dad used to take me to.
When I open the doors of the CD shop, it is quiet. The only thing I hear is light humming of songs and the tapping of shoes.
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As I walk with my dad through the aisles I glide my fingers across the CDs and listen to the pitter-patter of my fingers. As I am doing this, my fingers are blocked by a raised album. My father's hand lies on the side as he reads the title. He looks to me and smiles as he points to the cover. I smile because that one is his favorite.
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I walk through that very aisle I did when I was little and find the same CD in the same exact place as it was; half way out of the boxes. I walk towards a CD player and put on the headphones in front of me. I place the disc into the machine and it plays music. Punk rock.
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At Your Bedside
Ficción General(DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FAULT IN OUR STARS! MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!) • I did not create the characters Hazel Grace Lancaster, Isaac, or Augustus Waters, neither made up the book An Imperial Affliction (found in the novel The Fault In Our...
