~Levi's POV~
I sigh, returning home from my graduation. I stared at the picture of my mother and father holding my infant form and sighed shakily.
"Mum, dad. I'm eighteen... I've graduated. My lung cancer is dormant. And I'm gay. Thought you should know." I whisper, holding the picture close to my heart before walking to my bedroom, grabbing my laptop. I checked my statuses and then pulled out my notebook, grabbing my pencil and starting to write slowly. I glanced up at the poster on my wall of my favorite author, Rogue. His tantalizing teal eyes and amazingly carved features. He could've been a god. A god of literature. His books were heavenly. all five of them from Silhouette to Wings of Freedom. All of them were works of art which deserved a lot more credit.
I ent back to my writing, my pencil scritching softly against my paper, the sound of graphite hitting old tree fibers filling the room. As I wrote, I felt my breathing grow labored. It got hard to breathe as I felt fluid fill my lungs. I coughed and wheezed, hitting my chest to try to restore the flow of my oxygen. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. They answered.
"911 emergency services. How may I help you?" I only coughed violently, managing to choke out my address before the world spun, darkness clouding my vision as blood leaked from the corners of my mouth. I let the darkness envelope me. Welcome back my old friend. I think before I lost all consciousness.
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How was that for my first chappie? I want to thank Devil_Spawn for the cover. It looks amazing and was made by one of my favorite authors. Again, thank you Devil_Spawn.
Luv,
Erin Jaeger
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Fiksi PenggemarLevi is an eighteen year old who has a pretty cliche crush on someone. It's someone he's never met. EVER. And yet he still loves him. The only name Levi knows his crush by is Rogue. His pen name. It's hard on Levi because he's heard the Rogue will b...
