story starters i wrote

kinda a starter

**** this is more of something to help get an idea to start****

The two lived in their own personal paradise for as long as they lived, the two lived out their years with eachother as aarried couple. During their thirties Matthew had gotten a rare lung diseases, causing hi lungs to fill with blood and mucus, giving him about a year to live. Alfred and Matthew would always go to the top of a hill and look up at the stars, admiring their beauty and trying to make Matthew's last days happy. Alfred didn't know that Alfred was the only thing he really needed. He put his head on Alfred's shoulder and sniled "you know....even when the stars die...they still live on.... they'll glow for years after years. They'll be remembered and loved .... people write stories with them and base everything off them.... when I die.... I might not be remembered but..... I'll live on..... I'll live on through you... Alfred....I don't want you to be stuck on me when I die next week....I want you to find someone better than you can ever imagine... I want you to find someone you deserve". He said in his voice that was hardly above a whisper. He held Alfred's hand as he looked up at a star that was said was going to blow up the night he died. The water already died thousands of years ago but the explosion wws going to be seen that night. Mstthew looked at Alfred, waiting for his reaction to what he said