1. P r o l o g u e
People die, people leave, people change because life might just be a verb if love is considered one. I fell in love once, and I can only describe it to you by using a gummy bear. It hits you with thrills of providence, and then it becomes a sweet aroma of serenity. Until all the flavor is gone into nothingness . . . that’s when people toss you like trash.
I don’t know about you but that is how it seemed to me. That’s when I swore to myself that I would never [ever] let myself fall again. But then Augustus died and I didn’t have anyone’s trophies to take my rage out on. He feared oblivion and he couldn’t do anything about it, his time was running out. I on the other hand was just blind.
I lived and I didn’t want to do anything about it and it makes me feel like crap whenever I see Hazel in group therapy. We shared a similar fate, we’ve lost the once we loved the most. Hazel and me talk and stuff but it’s not the same without Gus. The only thing we talk about is him or we just play games [of course the voice sensitive once].
We were still friends considering no one else wanted my sightless self. A year had passed by since Augustus died until a new girl joined our therapy. Unfortunately, Patrick agreed to baby-sit his ex-wife’s daughter Christie Evans and decided to bring her over.
I don’t know how I feel. It’s a human rule; they believe the first love is always the only one. But there are no rules in life; nobody knows everything so nobody has rights over people to apply rules. So, screw you world, if I am falling, then I am. I am falling again. Sarcastically, infinitely, and blindly.
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