forum Can we make the best person ever?

Started April 01, 2018 by MAC&CHEESE

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Hey people!!!!! I need you to describe the best person you could meet, any way you can. Someone you would fall in love with, want to be, or want to be friends with. It needs to be heartbreaking if they were to be killed. Thanks!

Augustus Waters (The Fault in our Stars).
Sorry this was probably terribly unhelpful but I cried my heart out when Gus died.

Would you mind explaining him? It always bugs me when no main characters in a story die. Like, the bridge, suspended over a bunch of rocks and rapids, just snapped under your feet. Of course you lived. 'Cause that makes sense. So… my plan is to, um… kill them. Once the reader loves them… a lot.

Oooohhh. Well thst’s what happened to Gus, so…

He was smart, kind, caring, and (this will sound stupid) just really had a great personality. When he loved, he loved with all of his self, and didn’t hold a sliver of his heart back. He would give up everything.
He wasn’t afraid to be different. He did things a different way, a way nobody else would or could ever think of. He opted only for others, and never for himself unless he absolutely had to. If you were in pain, and Gus was also hurting (physically), you can bet a million dollars that he will ignore his to help you through yours.

So yeah. I have a lot of Augustus Waters feels.

Thank you so much!

No problemo.

I am friends with this person. She is beautiful. :')

The best person I know…hmm. Imma see if I can write this out well. This is based off of a person I know, by the way.

She was always a castle in the clouds. Never connected to this world like the rest of us.
Not in a holy, or hellish way. Just…different. A human body containing a world unlike the rest. And it was good.
She listened to jazz most of the time. A thousand songs by a thousand names, and she knew them all. A soundtrack ever-playing, everlasting.
Aloof was a word for her. Some might've thought she was posh, or thought she was better. But she didn't think that. She wasn't vain in that way. She wasn't greedy, or jealous.
She was a castle in the clouds. I was just a guest. I walked the halls of her mind. By each word and every song, I began to know each hall and corridor. Each corner and door. Each delicately painted portrait. Each sharp-edged table.
And I loved that castle on the cloud. Every brick and every crack. I loved everything about it. We listened to jazz. And it was good.

But the wind always blows. The city bus doesn't always stop. And suddenly, that cloud fell apart. And I was falling. Falling. Falling.
Jazz never sounded the same. A world behind each verse, now unexplored. Each line was a reminder. A reminder of my castle in the clouds. Hours upon hours of music lay splattered on the street. Unrecoverable, and unthinkable. The rubble of a castle on the clouds.
Where, oh where is my castle in the clouds

Wow. Beautiful