dear diary
this is my sixty-third week in high school and i'm losing everything.
my voice, my hearing, my eyesight.
and most importantly, my life.
but somehow landon made me forget it.
just by walking in, hands full of books and sweet snacks.
which made me cry in joy.
landon: do you want to read The Little Prince or The Musketeers?
me: The Little Prince sounds lovely for now
landon: just wondering, what would you say to Antoine if you meet him?
me: and i'm wondering here what makes you think I meet there the authors who wrote these books? i'm nothing special lanny
landon: yes you are!
me: because i'm sick or what?
landon: no, because you're a passionate reader
me: not so much anymore
landon: then what?
me: i'm passionate about dying
landon: that's odd, mary!
me: that i am, yes
YOU ARE READING
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!!!
