It's a merical. Like an angel has come down and saved you from tears. Miku is at home. The only tears you have cries are happy ones.
"Well, I'm home, and not going anywhere." She smiled to you.
You smile back, she laughs.
"What is funny?" You ask, scrunching up your nose.
"You've got peanut butter on your eyebrow." Miku falls over laughing.
You flush, scrunching your nose once more.
"Why do you do that?" Miku asks, "Scrunch up your nose is what I mean."
"Oh, I do that because-" you stop in your tracks, why do you do this? "I don't really know."
"Oh, well, we all have our odd things"
She smiles, then hugs you tightly before the both of you head off to bed.
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Seven Months to Seven Years
Fiction générale15 year old Miku Ami suffers from lung cancer and only has seven months to live as her doctors say. She refuses to do the treatments for her cancer and ends up surviving for even longer. You are Willi Berger, a german foren exchange student who lov...
