Augustus Waters was the love of my life. And I loved every bit of him, from his metaphorical complexity to his daily contemplations of human existence. But like all love stories, except for some fairytale you might've read as a kid, it didn't last. As much as I hate admitting it, it's all my fault. I was the one who broke his heart, shattered it completely into pieces, crushed it as if were made out of glass. To be honest, there are just some things in life which are inevitable. This was one of those cases, where as much as I tried, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
You see, I was diagnosed with stage III brain cancer at the age of 15. It started out like a regular headache, only headaches wear off after you take a couple of pills. No, your typical Walgreens medicine had absolutely no effect over the torture going on inside my head. With each passing day, I felt as if my brain had become a construction site, an infinite pounding
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Look, I don't know who you think you are or how exactly you ended up here, and to be honest, I don't really care, it's just that, this playground where you just so happen to inconveniently be at, is mine," I said. "I mean, it's not like I own the place or something, but I discovered it weeks ago, way before you, mister 'I'm just going to smirk because I know it'll annoy her' decided to show up."
As the words came out of my mouth, his smirk widened, either in an attempt to mock me or possibly because everything I had just said made absolutely no sense at all. The way his eyebrows were raised, almost as if my brief monologue had amused him, suggested that it was probably both. Shit. Reason number one to why I hate getting mad in front of strangers, especially if they look like those guys in the boy-bands all girls are completely crazy about. People whose beauty comes in absurd quantities just seem to have this effect over me, automatically transforming me into a complete and utter idiot.
"Waters. Augustus