dear diary
this is my forty-third week in high school and all i'm doing is slowly dying.
i haven't talked to scott since last week.
and i don't want to, being honest.
because he acted foolishly.
he knows that we can't get married.
it is illegal for us.
becky: are you serious with this?
me: yes and it is complete nonsense and illegal
becky: you know that you can get engaged until you are 18 right?
me: god becky, you still don't understand what the point is, do you?
becky: what is it?
me: i'm going to die and he wants to get married because i'm almost gone
becky: and what's wrong with that?
me: i don't live any longer than a week or two and i can't be with him forever
becky: sometimes forever means only one second, mary
me: that one second i can just kiss him
becky: and this feeling is eternal, isn't it?
me: i guess you're right
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Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
