Dear Luke,
my mum cries every night. I don't think it will be able to let go when the time comes. Oddly enough I'm not suffering, physically and mentally. Know that a cancer is eating me bones I don't despair as I would have thought. I want to leave school. I want to travel, smoke and do everything I've ever dreamed of doing.
I wish you were here.
Yours, Lexi
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Last Year - Irh → EV
Short StoryWhere a girl with cancer decides to write a letter a day for her ex-boyfriend. Dear Luke, today I found out that I had the cancer. The doctor says that I am only a year to live. I swear, it will be the best year ever and I'll tell you about it every...
