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Chapter 11: It's hard to fight this feeling when it feels so hard to breath.

4 months later
Andrew.
I sit on my bed listening to Sam Smith. A month ago Marzia lost the baby, and Dylan was hospitalized in a coma. I stare at the floor, then the walls, then out the window. My room is bare. Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe, you could jump out the window and fly away. I have, I always have.
"Andy we're leaving" Marzia says through the door. I nod and they walk away. I watch the car drive away. I jump off my bed and run, I don't know where, just somewhere. Somewhere that Dylan can feel better. Somewhere that Marzia's baby was alive. Somewhere, where I was never adopted. I just keep running down the streets of Manhattan, barefoot. I fall on my knees and scream, I cry ,I yell, I bang my fists on the sidewalk.
"DYLAN" I scream and my tears cloud my vision.
"DYLAN PLEASE" I yell even louder, my vision goes black around the edges. I bang my head on the ground, everything goes black, but I still cry, I scream his name louder and louder, I cry louder and louder. I curl into a ball on the sidewalk crying and repeating his name over and over. I hear sirens. Suddenly I'm out on a stretcher and taken to a hospital.
Tammy.
I sit in the sitting room at the hospital outside the room Andrew is in. I see Felix push his head in his hands and Marzia leaning her head on his shoulder. I hear her whispering something to him as I twiddle my thumbs. She walks out of her room.
"Andy" Felix says and I burst up.
"I want to go to room 39" she says. Felix nods and asks if she can visit and the secretary says yes and they walk down the hall. I sit down next to Marzia and twiddle my thumbs as I wait.
Andrew
I walk into room 39 and dad waits in the hall. Dylan lays in a hospital bed. Tears fill my eyes. I walk to his bedside.
"Here, I love you" I say and kiss his forehead as I put 4 papers with red sharpie writing on his side table and walk away.
"Andy" I hear a soft voice say. "I can't tell". I turn around and see Dylan sitting up. I run over and kiss him.
"How are you awake".
"I may have heard about a teenage brunette having a breakdown in Manhattan" he says. I smile and walk out of the room biting my lip.
"Ready to go?" Felix asks.
"Yeah" I say and walk away with him.

Dylan.
I look over at my side table and see 4 papers with smudged sharpie. I pick them up to read.
Dear Andrew,
I know someday we'll both get adopted. But we've been friends for a long time and I was wondering.
Will you be my girlfriend?
[ ] yes or [ ] no? -Dylan'
Damnit. My letters.
' dear Andrew,
I need to tell you, I've been given back to The orphanage by my old parents.
I'm sorry to inform you this way, I would let you know in person, but I was told you and Tammy were adopted and the address was as your new father said was " Confidential" at least that's what Mrs.Crestindile told me.
Anyways I have no clue how I will get this to you, but I need you to know. I love you... And always will.
In the brilliant words of John Green,
"Okay?"
-Dylan '
Those were both from me, but what about the others. I pick one up.
'Dylan
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love more than anything.
Please. Don't kill yourself.
I can't sleep lately. Knowing at any given time you could have just stabbed yourself.
I'll say it again.
I love you.
I need to know you.
No more secrets.
I feel like, I don't know you.
I want to know you.
I love you.
Andrew'
I pick up the last paper. It's blank. All but a mailing address on the back. I pick up a sharpie and write.
'Dear Andrew Kjelberg.
I don't want you to hurt.
So I'll stop making you hurt.
It's over.
Both you and me.
But also me.
Goodbye Andrew Kjelberg'
I put the note on the side table and jump.