dear harry,
it is our second to last day and you weren't with me. football. god, i don't even know why you play that. your dad can shove football scholarship up his ass, you could get hurt so easily playing football. you could die.
the world would lose every last bit of light if you died. it'd be like if the sun exploded. you know we'd still be alive for eight minutes in the sun exploded, eight minutes unaware of the imminent danger, eight minutes to live normally before our lives changed forever.
harry, i have prayed since sophomore year that if the sun goes, i'd be with you. i would want my last eight minutes to be somewhere on earth with you.
i guess, in a way, that is why i'm writing this journal. i want you to know all these things when i'm gone. i want you to look back and smile when you think of me. i want you to remember exactly how it felt to be with me. i want you to know how much i love you. i'd donate my last eight minutes to you. that's love.
it's always love if i'm talking about you.
love, olivia
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dear harry, love olivia
Fanfictiondear harry, i've decided that i'm going to kill myself a month from now. i wanted to write down all of our memories in a journal so whenever you need it, it'll always be there. i'm sorry. love, olivia
