Why Do We Cry When People Die

Kinda short, I separated the chapters weird

   You think his lung collapsed and that's why he's dead right? Wrong. It took a hell of a lot more than that to get rid of the great Maximus Axel Lupus. He went and got some surgery that I can't remember the name of, but it didn't matter because I had max back and he was happy and laughing again. I'd kill to hear his laugh again, nothing compares to the way that laugh made me feel. Being with Max was like getting high, but you don't crash after, you stay in a euphoric state of knowing someone cares about you. I would have taken his place in a second. He didn't deserve this life, he was too pure for this world and any other. I should be grateful that I have the chance to tell you about the great Maximus, but I'm not. Every day I wake up and Max isn't in our bed next to me, he isn't shaking me awake to excitedly tell me about a dream he had. I remember his sleepy voice and I feel the tears I'm tired of letting fall.

          Why do we cry so much when someone we love goes away? I mean it's not as if our tears will somehow bring them back to life to wipe away our sorrows. I would have probably been dead a long time ago if not for Max, he was the one who kept me floating. You might assume that I was using him to get a high, you may be right. At some point I was, but then I wanted him to be high too. I wanted to keep him from sinking again. He always used to tell me, " E. , you are the sidewalk beneath my boots and the sky above my head. The only thing separating me from heaven and hell, I've got you as my very own guardian angel and I'm going to keep you forever." Then he's give me a kiss and hug me tightly, his hugs were like sunshine on a spring day (another cliché, but f**k off.)

               Another question I presume you've formed is, "Is the crazy f****r writing this a boy or a girl?" My answer to that would be, I am simply a spirit and a soul in a human body, destined to love and to lose, to build and destroy. Why is it even so important to everyone?  Call me what you will, as long as you don't call me a liar and never a coward. Maybe I'll slip and you'll find out if I'm a boy or a girl.