when a pessimistic hospital patient meets a cute, canadian boy, as her death wish, sparks are guaranteed to fly... (( warning: this was my first book, which i begun writing in 2013. it is highly similar to a cliché soap opera. so if you are into that, proceed. )) © all rights reserved // nat
He was so fragile, like the flowers his mother used to plant in his back garden, the ones cherry red that wilted too fast. Shawn was the cherry red flower, it was when he laid in my lap, our fingers intertwined and my arms around him, that I knew he would wilt too fast. © weepies. All rights reserved. [[TRIGGER WARNIN...
They had a small romance. But they were soon parted when his career rised, she doesn't fully believe that's why he left. Everything stops. And he's gone she realizes. She send him texts. But he doesn't look at them or what she thinks doesn't receive them. But she keeps sending him messages. Then she was diagnosed with...
"morning princess, i love you." "this is the wrong number, but keep calling me your princess, please."
he finally woke up and things just weren't the same between them; or at least, that was his logic.
in which a girl writes letters to her best friend with cancer, that she won't send until all the envelopes are filled.
