This is a real story. It’s not a
work of fiction. It is not influenced by any current popular novels such as The Fault in our Stars or If I Stay. This is the true story of how
I am learning to cope with the death of someone I thought I would spend the
rest of my life with. A person I figured I would always have in my life and a
person who made me happy like no one ever could lost his life in late 2015 and
the amount of hurt that is felt by his family, friends, and peers is unlike any
pain I have ever seen. His death came as a shock to a small community of 8,000
people who all knew who he was. The days surrounding his death were gloomy. No one
smiled, no one laughed. The air in the town and the school community was heavy
with grief and people shut down while trying to come to terms with his death. As
I write about my experience and the people who are helping me, I will be
altering names of towns, schools, and the people involved so as to protect
their identity and allow them to cope in peace. Dates will also be changed so
no information can be looked up. But despite the change of names, the facts
remain. The stories are real. The events really happened and the feelings are
present. I lost who I thought was my soulmate, and this is how I feel.
