It was twilight, the time when the sun and moon battled for the last rays. I was walking through a forest in Missouri, not really caring where I went.
I looked back on the times I spent with him. I remembered the little things, the things most people would forget. The way he tilted his head, the way his arms always seemed to find their way around me, the way his cold hands always seemed to warm mine. The way his hair felt when it was wrapped around my fingers, The way he always whispered to me in Italian. The thing was, I began to understand what he meant when he lost me. It was a lot easier on a person when they couldn't remember the ones they lost. It was so hard to look back and see all the things I would miss, all the things that he would never do for me. I had thought of our future, on one of the nights spent in the hammock. I had thought about us getting married and having children. I wish that I hadn't. I wish that I would've just lived in the moment instead of challenging fate for a happy ending.
I didn't know how I would move on. I didn't think I could. I felt like Hazel Grace, thankful for the little infinity he gave me, but at the same time, cursing fate and asking, begging for more.
I remembered the words I said to him as I died. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you forever." The statement echoed around in my head, growing louder and louder until I couldn't take it. I turned around for the first time since leaving Camp Half-Blood. The echoes stopped, and I watched the dawn break. And I felt myself do the same.
Author's note:
This is the last chapter in the book, but don't worry! The sequel will be up soon. I felt like pulling an Uncle Rick and making you guys wait for a while. You have to admit that I'm pretty consistent on updating. Thanks for all the views and...wow! 7 reviews?! Its bad when I'm excited over 7 reviews. Haha, anyways.
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