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P A R I S H I L T O N

[S O M E   M O N T H S.  A G O — P R E S E N T]

Diary Entry

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14th November 20XX
Thursday
22 : 27
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"Bestow upon them the deprivation of life with compassion."

Tristan always followed this line whenever anyone would betray him or try to degrade his reputation.

I shuffle the pages I've written in my diary with the memories we created together.

He often used this sentence whenever I was frustrated with any of my colleagues or wouldn't be able to think straight when anyone would make fun of my profession—writing scenes in theatres, running my small cafe, doing other part time jobs was my small world.

I wanted to earn money for the Cancer patients and donate as much as possible.
I lost my mother because of that, lack of money and treatment. And then he came. Sharing my miseries, taking all of my sorrows, my problems, shared my pain, filling me with extreme glorious smiles. He became my peace.

And I snatched his peace away. Gave him the exact pain when he shared mine. I snatched his happiness, smiles when I asked him to break up with me. It wasn't my decision. I would never want that. It was the decision taken by our fate. And I cannot decide against it.

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26th November 20XX
Tuesday
21 : 06
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He was shattered. Heartbroken. Tormented by my words yet he never complained. He is the love. My love. And always will.

I don't know how to mend broken hearts.
I have broken his.
For his own good.
Living with me is never going to give him the happiness he deserves. When I clearly know I have less than a year left.

I had to let him go, break him, even when I know how much he loves me and craves for me. I have never known such a person like him. And I know never will. Because he's the diamond.

He's ruined because of me. But before I leave this world I had to make sure he's got the reason to love and live.

Not all stories have happy endings.
His and mine are incomplete.
But that doesn't mean we weren't the true ones.
I don't know if I'm doing the right thing for me.
But for him, this is the best option.

What about me?
I will die in some days.
He's got his all career, and life ahead.
His life is not mine solely, before me comes his mother, father, sister and the people he loves even before me. It shouldn't stop because of a mere reason for my absence. It shouldn't.

Tristan has always been my most favourite person, my love.

He gave me all the happiness I've craved for since my whole life.
To be loved. To be wanted. To be cared for.
He spoiled me enough that destiny couldn't digest and gave me this. This heart wrenching disease, that never leaves a chance to make my existence hell on this earth.

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07nd December 20XX
Monday
22 : 09
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