Tomorrow is his last day. I cherish every moment I'm with Michael. He told me to go places, even after May 10. I went off to a stormy beach, with my raincoat on. I took in the rain and the thunder hitting the sea. This was Michael's emotion when he found out about Leukaemia. It was sad and scary. I felt his presence when I was there alone. For a few days I've been taking care of him. Yet I'm fighting myself from trying to save him. He is going to go, cause he needs to. I don't really know if I will be able to let him go. There was another place he made me go, down the street and down the stairs to a hidden room. It held his songs and guitar picks. His guitar was there. This was his escape from his state. Music. I could still remember the glance he made at me at his past performance. The smile.
I shouldn't be this harsh on myself.
JE LEEST
glimpse.
FanfictionShe hated how she was so desperate just for glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years.
