+john is seventeen
She is admitted to the hospital on her birthday. I do wit her and try to comfort her, but I can't. She keeps crying, saying how much she does not want to die, how much she does not want to leave me.
I don't want her to die either.
I can't let her die.
But that's not for me to decide.
It's fate's.
I visit her every day. One, day I bring her flowers, another chocolate, another a big teddy bear. She smiles every time, but her smiles are never as joyous as they were before, and they never, ever reach her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
letters
Romansathey were five when they started writing. they were seventeen when they stopped. he was eighteen when he read her letters. he was nineteen when everything fell apart. +cover creds to abhaya ♥︎
