I didn't make it to school, I was confined in the hospital for weeks. I hate of being a weakling, no matter how fight against this illness I can't fight it.
How I wish I'll pass through all of this pain. I want to live my life longer, so I can say all the things I wanted to say with the girl I like.
I miss her.
I miss how she examinely stares at me.
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Who Are You
Short StoryName is everyone's trophy, as for Claire his name she always misses in everyday. Who in the world would forget to asks anyone's name? She would always looked forward for a stranger she didn't expect will engrave mystery in her college life. A strang...
