Reny came again today, he asked me if I wanted anything from outside my room because I felt too sick to leave my room.
I had grumbled 'no'
I hope I didn't offend him.
Maybe I did but I'm not sure if I care or not.
Some part of me wants to care because what the fuck, I'm going to die anyways but the other is like ... Don't bother. That's so harsh, I know. They tell me not to give up hope, it's hard.
He's sweet but he doesn't know me.
He asked me who I was before cancer.
I said I was no one.
He frowned when is said that. I realised then I didn't like when he wasn't happy.
For that I sparked conversation again before feeling too sick to talk.
He left soon after I closed my eyes.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
