Letters to Sydney

Letters to Sydney

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Back when I was four years old I remember my dad asking me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I told him what most little boys tell their fathers, "I want to be a firefighter." A few years later I was asked the same question, this time by my first grader teacher for a class book we were writing. I told her an astronaut. A few months after that when we had finished the book, I decided that I no longer wanted to be an astronaut, but a police officer. Then after that it was a doctor, a zookeeper, and an airplane pilot. My point: I had a lot of things I wanted to be when I grew up. The one thing I never wanted to be: 24 years old with a terminal disease that was slowly taking away my life. • When Benjamin Jackson discovers he is dying of stage 4 lung cancer and his life is about to be cut very short, her spends his last days writing love letters for his girlfriend to read after he is gone.
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{MATURE +18} I am strong, I am resilient, I am fire... ******************************************************************************************* Grabbing hold of my wrist, he tugs me towards him. His large arms wrapping around my torso as he pulls me closer, burying his face in my hair. "I can't give you a happily ever after Erin." He tells me, his voice breaking with what sounds like pain. Reaching up with my free hand, my fingers threading through his hair until it catches on his silken ends. I tug. Hard. Ensuring that we have eye contact, I whisper. "I don't need tomorrow, all I want from you, right now, is tonight." ******************************************************************************************* Trapped in a contract with no exit, an agreement made without her consent. Erin will learn that there is more to the end of her story, more than the life her father sold her into too, and it is going to be one HELL of a fight to come out on top. I'm back BITCHES, and things are about to get HOT!!!

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