Years 12 and 13 -
Cry still didn't respond, and I grew ultimately upset. The only thing that kept me sane and going was the very thought of Cry. My memories seemed to have completely disappeared and didn't seem to want to come back.
Year 14 -
My memories haven't returned. I grew frightened; my mind was a pitch black hole that devoured all of my memories. I desperately needed back my memories, but they didn't come back. I only wanted to be with him - I missed him. I missed his voice and his enthusiasm. I want him to sit next to me and hug me, laughing his melodic laugh and smiling peacefully.
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15 Years (PewdieCry)
FanficPewdie met a man named Cry, and he writes him a letter every day for fifteen years. He gets a surprise on the fifteenth year - is it a good surprise, or is it upsetting?
