Dear Harry,
Everything seems to be going well. The treatment has stopped the growth of the cancer. My doctor told me that I can have my last surgery over summer. I'm excited. This is good news!
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School is going well, I'll be able to graduate in May. Everything seems to be perfect right now. Even for you, you've been passing your tests. (With help from me, of course. There's no way you would be able to pass without me.)
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Tomorrow is Valentine's day. I remember this time last year, we'd only known each other for about a month.
You kept telling me that you had to show me something extremely important.
I, being clueless, thought nothing of a date. You took me to some weird café in the middle of nowhere. I honestly thought you were going to try to kill me or something. I mean, we were literally in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, it was a cliché date but I liked it.
This year, you should just bring me Chinese. It's like a tradition, bringing me Chinese food every Saturday. And probably a couple of other days in the week as well.
I feel a little sick. I think I have a tummy ache.
Happy (almost) Valentine's day, Harry.
~Char
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I closed the book and put it on my table. I rubbed my face with my hands. I'm so tired. I need to get more sleep. Three hours isn't enough. Every time I try to sleep, I wake up from a nightmare. Maybe reality is worse than my nightmare.
I'm starting to fall behind in school.
I quit my job.
I don't even think I've had a proper meal in a week.
I should have seen the signs. She didn't have the flu or some stupid stomach virus, her brain cancer was getting worse.
No. I shouldn't have seen the signs, the doctor should have. He's a complete idiot. Thinking she was getting better.
What the hell am I doing with my life?
I got in the shower. I was probably in there longer than I should have been, but I guess it's all right. I haven't showered for a while. I can't think properly. Losing someone you love isn't easy.
I feel numb. It's like a part of me is missing.
I decided to go for some Chinese food.
I grabbed my car keys and drove to the restaurant. I decided to eat there instead of getting take out.
Charlotte is missing.
I waited for about fifteen minutes for my food. Once I got it I ate slow.
All I can think about is Charlotte.
Then I saw her. No, it couldn't be, could it? I've just been thinking of her too much. I'm going crazy.
Charlotte is the only person I have left. Without Charlotte, I have no one.
I got up from my chair so fast I knocked it over. I darted out of the restaurant, earning glares from other customers. But I didn't care.
"Charlotte! Hey, Charlotte! Wait up!"
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RomanceCharlotte's diary. Do not read. If you have found this, please bring it back to the rightful owner. Me, Charlotte Grace McKinney.