Dear Evelyn,
How are you? Well I know you're not fine. And I am partly blamed for it. I'm sorry. I promised to celebrate your birthday. And I'm nowhere. That's far away from you. I knew from very beginning there wasn't any chance to live.
I'm sorry for lying that I'm okay, while I was far from okay. Doctors said odds aren't in my favor. It relapsed. That GBS virus (Guillain-Barre syndrome) it was never gone. It was present in my vein eating me inside. Doctors said it's too late now. Damages are done. One by one my organs will stop functioning.
I'm dying. You know why my handwriting is like five year old because. I wasn't able to hold pen properly. It sucks. I felt like giving up one moment the other I hope to get well back to normal.
I'm sorry to push you away when you should have been with me. I'm sorry for being worst brother. In spite of having world's best sister and best friend I still failed. Please forgive me. I'm writing these letters to you because, I least owe you that.
Yours handsome bro,
Ayaan
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life is short
Historia CortaA brother's letter to his sister. ... ... ... A goodbye from soon to be immortal ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is short story is dedicated to my beloved cousin.
