A Tea Filled Summer

Alexander Wills taught me a lot. He taught me about love, fitting in, having a social life. He also taught me about heartbreak and sensitivity. He never failed to amaze me with his patience, and his stunning features. He's someone you would swear could only exist in a movie. No one else can endlessly talk about serious debatable matters and have no one offended when he was done talking. No one else could ever love me as much, and I promise you, Alexander, they won't.

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11. 10

My mom told me when I was in seventh grade that I would become depressed and lonely without any friends. She said that she knew I had fear of being left, or leaving everyone behind once again, but that if I make one friend that I could talk to like I could talk to Michael, then they would never leave me. She was very, very wrong.

On the fifteenth morning after the accident that Alexander's mother says that the plug should be pulled. The insurance could no longer pay for him to be on it. And she, working as a single mother, could not afford it by herself.

For the past two days I begged my father to help. I begged and begged and pleaded and cried. When the doctors said that there wasn't any hope even if my dad paid for this, he decided to pay for two more days, to allow Mel to make her decision, and to give us a chance to say good-bye to him.

He is not dead yet, and it hasn't been pulled. I sit, alone in his room, at my request to say a personal good-bye. I cry for him to make one last attempt to wake up. Knowing that he won't ever wake up is a fact that makes me unable to sit there any longer. I stand up and take a firm grasp on his hand, silently waiting for the doctors and Alexander's family to come in.

It is around noon when they are all finally standing in the room. The red-headed nurse is there, and she cries for me. She tells me she wishes that they could have saved him, and that she wishes me the best in my life.

"Time of death: 12:13," one of the doctors says.

I collapse in tears.

 

My parents organize a funeral for him. They offer to take care of all of the expenses and planning. Mel agrees, as long as she can help with some of the planning. Which is no problem at all to my parents.

His funeral is small. The group of kids we sat with on the first day come to his funeral, all hugging me and saying that they are sorry for my loss and telling me that they wish I will still sit with them. And I will. I know I will. Harold is there, and some of our coworkers. Alexander's family is there, and so is mine. Michael has even come for it.

The preacher my parents have there talks about how Alexander is in heaven and how he is lively and well "up there". He's not. Even if there is a God, Alexander never believed it.

His mother speaks highly of the wonderful man her son turned into, and Max speaks of his fantastic, soccer playing brother whom he looked up to so much. When it is my turn to speak, I stand up at the podium, right near Alexander's open coffin. I smile at his face, which still looks perfect to me.

"For those of you who may not know me, I am Aaryn Lake. I was- I am Alexander's girlfriend," I state. "I met Alexander nearly four months ago, and never have I fallen in love so quickly. Alexander Wills taught me a lot. He taught me about love, fitting in, having a social life. He made me sit with people at lunch who I just know I'll become great friends with," I smile at my friends, who all give a sad smile back. "He also taught me about heartbreak and sensitivity. I have learned through his death that I will never experience such a terrible heartbreak again."

"He never failed to amaze me with his patience, and his stunning features. He's someone you would swear could only exist in a movie. No one else can endlessly talk about serious debatable matters and have no one offended when he was done talking. No one else could ever love me as much, and I promise you, Alexander," I say as I reach in the coffin against the rules, to grab his hand, "they won't."

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