The Ghost of Him |WWII Frerard AU|
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  • Reads 12,403
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  • Parts 55
  • Time 11h 3m
Ongoing, First published May 26, 2018
"You are never coming home."
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There are some days in life you'll never forget.  Your first date, perhaps, or even your first kiss.  Maybe even your first experience with death, because not all of these days have to be good.  Some of these days are delightful, filled with joy and cheer, and others are haunting, memorable in the worst ways possible.  You try to keep those days away from your thoughts and make sure the happy ones are always on hand, but it's difficult.  It's difficult to forget your first heartbreak, or the loss of a loved one, isn't it?  Life is so chock-full of surprises for us to experience, and we can't control what kinds of days are thrown at us.

But as for me, I'll never forget the day when my baby brother Mikey was drafted into what would soon become the worst and most devastating world war in history.
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(written in 2016) 2016/01/20 Sunday. If you really want to know about me, this first thing you'd want to read is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and what my parents did in their spare time before they had me, and all that John Green kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you really want to know the truth. In fact, I'd much rather start of by saying that my name is Mikey Way and I spend at least 16 hours a day of my life sitting in a wheelchair. I'd also like to let everyone here know that they are under no obligation to read my blog but I am under obligation to write it. On account of the fact that my therapist thinks I'm John Watson or some crap. Regardless, here I am, pretending to have something to say about how my day went even though if anyone asked I would say that I was fine. Because that's just what you're supposed to say instead of saying that it's cold and miserable and if you died you wouldn't really mind. But I'll post this anyway while pretending to think that anyone will read it.