The sun was rising, and her last words to Michael were that she loved him. And his last words to her were that he would miss her. And here he sits, not knowing if she's still alive or not, but knowing indefinitely that he feels more dead than any other broken hearted man walking this planet. Each drink was their hopes, cares, and for him inability to knowing where she is right now.
Michael had told myself since they found out about her disease that one day she would only be a memory for him, and Juliet agreed that he shouldn't see her anymore because she wasn't going to get any better. But he could never let her go, and he never will.
This basically turned into a walk to remember book😳
