Deceased // Antoine Griezmann

Dear, Antoine (Letter #4)

Antoine didn't touch the box for another week.

It was a Thursday, a day without training. Instead of going out with his friends or being social, Antoine decided to go through the rest if the box.

He opened up the letter and started to read.

Dear, Antoine.

I'm getting weaker and weaker by the day. I can barely even lift a pen and write anymore.

It really is the end, isn't it? Mei-Mei has been visiting more often.

She'd go to school and come to the hospital and sit with me for the rest of the day. I know she's trying to spend as much time as she can with me before I'm gone.

I'm worried about Mei-Mei. My baby sister. Although she's not a baby anymore.

She'll now be known as the girl who's 21 year old sister died of cancer. Not Mei-Mei. Not funny, kind Mei-Mej who had a strange passion for football, for Barça.

I hope she'll be okay once I'm gone.

Demitra
3/21/15

Antoine sighed.

He felt like this girl was his life-long partner after reading just four letters. He felt a strange feeling. Something he's never felt before.

Love.

Was that even possible? To fall in love with someone after their death just by reading letters?
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Dedicated to the amazing lucianovietto for literally saving my life.
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