I LOOKED INTO August's room to see a group of medics surrounding a mound underneath a white sheet. It felt like the air was taken out of my lungs and I was drowning. I sunk to my knees, my hands pressed to my mouth. He was gone. He was really gone.
Why didn't I see it before? The sadness in his voice yesterday, he must have known. It was a goodbye.
After a few hours, crying seemed useless, but it was all I could do.
All it took was a month, thirty days to fall in love and fall apart.
He would become just another causality, a consequence, a number. August had given me the greatest weeks of my life, the greatest feelings. They say love can last forever, but they never mentioned how quickly it can be taken.
He made thirty days feel like a forever, and that was the best and worst thing about him.
I recovered after a week or so, I accepted that I couldn't have prevented what happened. I had to continue without him, I had to lead the rebellion, and I had to survive.
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Faultless: A Utopian Love Story
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