That was absolutely beautiful. It took me a while to finish it, but I kept on going back. It was a wonderful story and was very emotional. Congratulations, that was amazing!

Wow. That was amazing. I cried.

This stroy is fantastic. I especially like the ending of the chapter. It's sarcastic but you can still realixe what she's going through.

I cried.

Really good. Very good. I'm really lost for words.

Love it!

s.t.

Beautiful story. I'm so glad I read it all the way through. The way you used birthdays as marks, but incorporated other parts of the story. It's like you went back to bring the story forward, front and center. It's touching and beautiful and so well written. Marvelous job!

Write on!

The endings to each section were all awesome:

It made me feel special and only his. Like I was his world, and everyone else was just living in it.

I think it’s pretty ironic. His right hand, tightly clenching mine, shattered upon impact. Sat in a cast for a month. And I – that girl gripping his hand right back – just shattered.

It was one of those days where I thought I’d live forever.

And she was right. Sort of. I didn’t even get to die.

And I was trying so hard to respond somehow, but in the end she just cried harder because I hadn’t moved a muscle. - heartbreaking!

Alex flew in nine days after the accident. And he went straight to the hospital. He didn’t stop to take a shower. Didn’t stop to change clothes. Came straight to the hospital, stinking of airplanes and body odor, and began to cry. My mother was there too, and she begged him to go home and do this later, it wasn’t important. She said it wasn’t like I would just jump up and run away. And both were crying and crying.

Goddamn it. I wished I cry too.

Broken bones. Broken hearts. Guess which you see. Guess which hurts more.

Seven

My seventh birthday was quiet.

Kind of like how I live now.

No pain, yeah.

But no me, either.

I know, I know - it's not like you need to read what you've written. I just wanted to point out how much I loved this. I think it was brilliant of you to write it in backwards order. I love almost all of what you write! You know what - I think it's time I added you to my favorite authors, if I havne't already, which I probably have. :P I forget these things, LoL!

*adds to author favs*

My heart hurts after reading this. You know that feeling that can't be described with a word other than SAD, but that's not sufficient because it's too overused? It's like when you feel like you just want to crawl inside your body, curl up in your soul, and never come out? And you want to cry because you feel like that's the only way to release some of the tension, but you know even that won't be enough? And then, after you've cried yourself to sleep over and over, you just feel so alone... so... empty? That's how I feel right now. Did I describe it well enough? I hope you get the point because that's how I feel. Beautifully depicted.

PERFECT.

I didn't read all of it. But what I read was good. You are a good realistic fiction writer.