Prologue

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What do you do when your days are numbered?

It hurts. I can't breathe, can't eat.. I can't even pick up my own school bag. I'm getting weaker day by day, I thought I got better.

Here I am. sitting at my usual spot. my thinking spot. I found out about this hidden beach by accident when my ex boyfriend dumped me over a text for a girl that doesn't even like him.

he ended up being her one night stand and lost me forever. Ha.

It's cold tonight, but I don't care. The beautiful view of the angry waves crashing over other waves is just too beautiful to care about anything else.

The stars above me are so shiny, they're almost perfect. And the moon, Oh that breathtaking orb..

I will definitely miss these little things.. but I don't want to leave sad, I will not leave sad.

I want to make every single second worth it, I want to remember everything so I could tell the angels about my very last memories on Earth...

I'm Violet Skyes, and I'm currently slowly dying. I'm making these last days worthwhile, so, I'll make a bucket list.

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Hello!
If you're reading this, thank you for giving my book a chance. ♥︎⚇

I don't usually write any authors note but, oh well.

Also, as much as I hate the cheesy stuff, I had to add a lot of corny cheesiness and what not. But not too much, it's still logical.

Oh, and please don't copy any of my ideas, everything that's been said here is made up by me, if not, I'll make sure to point it out. Also, I hope no one had the same ideas with this book as me.

If so, sorry! Please dm me or something because I promise I just thought of this idea out of nowhere.

Love you all (:

-Arabella Winters.

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