Everyone has a single word that means a lot to them, probably. That word could scare them, excite them, or make them curious. My word does all three of these things. When I tell you this word, you will probably wonder why in the world it means a lot to me. Well, you see, your whole life depends on it.
Time. That's it. Even though it doesn't apply to me anymore, it still matters. Why, you ask? Why doesn't this word apply to me?
I'm dead. I'm not the kind of dead you are when you just feel dead inside. I'm not the kind of dead you are when you've dented your dad's car. I am the real definition of dead.
I am gone.
This whole story I'm about to tell you is going to lead up to the point where I am now. Just so you know, I'm not going to go ahead and tell you how I die, but I will tell you who caused my death. The person I love the most.
Yes. This is a love story. Are you excited yet? Maybe love is your word. As you read this, I want you to be in the moment, and not imagine this story like a ticking bomb that will go off in the end. Pretend like you don't know I'm about to die. Because I didn't.
"There is no exquisite beauty... without some strangeness in the proportion."
-Edgar Allen Poe
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Bliss in all its Purity
RomanceBirdie Williams lives an unflattering life. She goes to a horrible school full of unkind students, lives with her abusive father, and has no real friends. However, on one day that will dramatically change the course of Birdie's life, a peculiar boy...
