The days pass with overwhelming sadness.
Noah wasn't there when I returned from the hospital. All his stuff disappeared with him. My phone calls and messages are useless. I even visited, but Hannah is on her nephew’s side.
I don't blame her though. I've only brought sadness to his life.
The final stage of the contest was yesterday, and I swear I saw him in the audience. I made my best for him, completely ignorant that he was going to leave before I could get to him.
Or was it a dream?
Some say life are just events chained in the shape of a circle, that we're constantly repeating the same over and over again. I'm starting to think that's true. I might go back to Fairford in three months, but the memories will haunt me wherever I go.
Today is Alex’s funeral. His famil
