The boy was looking at the grave. It said "Yoona beloved friend, daughter and wife." He was crying. He wasn't normally the one to to cry but this was the hardest he had ever gone through.
"Thank you." He whispered. "If I had never met you, I would have never experience the happiness of being in love." The 6 boys behind him couldn't keep it in anymore. Tears filled the the eyes of the people around the grave. That's okay, after all this is a funeral.
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My Dying Breath
FanfictionI walked down the unfamiliar hall of my new school. I didn't want to be here but my parents gave me no choice. The school is the closest to the leading hospital in CJD research. Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease is an incurable brain disorder that slowly de...
