Deceased // Antoine Griezmann

Dear, Antoine (Letter #1)

Dear, Antoine.

I don't know what drove me to do this. To write letters to you and put them in this box so after I die you finally realize who I am. That crazy fan who was hit with cancer at 19 years of age.

Antoine, Antoine, Antoine. I don't know what to do. Cancer is taking over. I don't want to go. I have a family, a football club to play for (although I wasn't able to play ever since I was diagnosed), friends... You.

You don't even know me, but why do I love you so much. It's just a fangirl crush, right?

Maybe. Help me, Antoine. But by the time you read this, I'll already be gone.

Or maybe you just don't care enough to read this.

I'll never really know.

Demitra.
11/5/14

Antoine wished he was there to help her. He wished it so bad. If only he could go back in time and help her when she was still here, not six feet under.

I do care, Demi.

He wanted to scream it, to shout it out loud for the world to here. But no one knew who Demitra Cartwright was, nor how much she started to mean to him.

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