Once Upon A Love
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  • Reads 4,117
  • Votes 389
  • Parts 20
  • Time 3h 7m
Ongoing, First published Jun 13, 2018
Mature
Loretta was living the best life one could wish for. She had everything; a handsome husband, beautiful kids, a wonderful home and wealth. Unfortunately, when one's time to live has run out, death comes. Loretta wasn't ready to die and she insisted death came too early for her. So what if she was lucky enough to get a second chance at life? Regrettably, it's a limited chance but Loretta takes it. Will Loretta like what life throws at her or will she wish herself dead before her time is up? She claimed she wasn't ready to die, will she be ready live?

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Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.