You only have 1 more year.
One year.
Those words boom loudly in my head.
Hopeless. Desperation. Paralyzed.
Why didn't you tell me?
There must be a way to cure cancer.
There surely has to be a way. There are a handful of cancer survivors. Surely you could survive it as well.
The doctors have to be lying.
How can I live knowing the fact that you'll be not by my side by the end of the year?
What have you done to deserve this?
It aches my heart to see you like that, helpless, tired, lifeless, hooked up to machines.
I can't live without you.
I can't picture life without you.
Please, fight through this.
For me.
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Emotions
Historia CortaEmotions is exactly what the title calls for. Entries of moments of cliché sparks goes here. It may be a short story, or it may be something else. But, there is only one purpose; to vent feelings. Share out to others what beautiful colors of emotion...
