Fleeting
It's the fleeting glimpses of the past that we long for the most.
An old piano, a guitar named Nigel, a run away girl and a flame haired singer/songwriter meet unexpectedly in a music shop one chilly December evening.
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
He could've opened it right then and there, making the whole process move quicker, but he slipped it into his jacket pocket, bringing his eyes back up to a normal level, moving forward. The paper was now his, it was no longer in a confused state of lost as well as found. It was simply found. Found by a boy who was bli...
Pause for a second and imagine this: the person you love is dying, but you can help. You can give them a few more months to make memories, laugh, cry. But at what cost? (Thank you to @TalatheWolf for the summary)