Letters To My Ex

Letters To My Ex

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Prologo Probablemente no debería decir esto. Pero a veces me siento muy asustada cuando pienso en el noviazgo anterior que compartimos. Fue impresionante, pero la perdimos. Es imposible para mí que no me importe. No es fácil para mí superar la ruptura, y supongo que tampoco lo sea para ti. Después de dos años juntos, de tantas peleas, y momentos felices, el saber que ya no te abrazare jamás, y que nunca más te besare es algo un poco deprimente. Por esas razones y para hacer el proceso de superación más rápido y fácil, decidí hacer una lista de las cosas que ODIO de ti.
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*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

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