"As the clocked ticked forward, while the whole world went on without realizing thousands of people died this minute, we're drowning in oblivion. Time is unforgivable. And one day, these stories will be forgotten too and if that day comes, who still cares?" Where are my manners? I need to introduce myself first. I am...
So a week after Augustus Waters died I couldn't continue. It was all getting to much. My mom took me to a therapist to "help forget". It only made me think of him more and more. About how I could have stopped him from driving away in his car to get his cigarets. I could have been there sooner. Heaven knows that I won...
Just ideas floating around my head so I want to write them down in this short book.
This is an Epilogue chalenge for Racingheart, I hope you like it racingheart :D
