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I told you I wanted to live life to its fullest for the rest of my days.
With you, Park Jimin.
With my mom.
Once again, Fate had a cruel sense of humor.
The doctor fretted I would not be able to be in my own house anymore without supervision.
My body was too frail.
The bus stop had been too much for my body.
The tumor had begun to grow again.
I could clearly see in the mirror the bump on my stomach.
If I tried to get up by myself and get to the bathroom, cramps kicked in and I would throw up the meager food I was being fed.
Dying was not fun.
Dying isn't fun at all.
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65 Days Left || P.JM
FanfictionWe were reckless. How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs? We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin. And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
