it's currently two in the morning while i'm writing this. i woke up feeling sick to my stomach. i threw up a couple of times and took my shirt off to cool down and i can't believe it. i've been bit. i've been so focused on my head that i didn't even notice the bite on my arm. i can't believe this is actually happening. i feel like i'm dying. my skin is pale and my eyes are dark. my stomach hurts so bad i can barely stand. what am i gonna do? i'm scared. i don't know how much time i have left. who is going to look after you? man, i can't stop crying. i wish you were here to wipe my tears away like you always did. i just want a hug from you. i don't know what to do now. i guess i'll take some pain medicine and see how i feel in the morning.
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Disenchanted
RomanceSet in a pre-apocalyptic world, this short story goes through a collection of letters written by a man to his missing wife.
