Chapter 1

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She's gone. Dead. But she left something before she died. She left letters. He was only supposed to read them when the time is right. That's what she told him.

Before she died, she wrote letters to him for the future. They both knew she was going to die. Because she had cancer, but she sadly didn't have any cure.

She's been dead for a month now. She died in November. It's December now, and 7 days until Christmas. Before she died, they celebrated Christmas and Thanksgiving together. She even couldn't make it until Thanksgiving. That's why they celebrated both holidays close together.

He missed her a lot. He missed her smile, when they would kiss, her laugh, her smile, her eyes, when they would hug. Gone. They were gone. All gone. He couldn't touch her cheeks or her lips, or laugh and smile with her, or anything.

He had fallen into a deep depression. They were going to be engaged soon, but she died before he could give her the ring. She only had a promise ring from him. They were only 23-years-old.

"She was too young to die. Why did she have to die now? Why couldn't her cancer be the kind that could be cured?" He spoke to himself. He lived alone, the house that they were planning to live in together after they got married. But that obviously didn't happen.

He didn't want to love anyone else. He just wanted to see his love once again. He waited every second, minute, hour, day, week, and month because that was how badly he wanted to be with her again.

This year was the last year of College for him. He didn't want to go to school, but he did anyways. He got ready and headed off to school, faking a smile like he has been before.

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