My Distress Boyfriend

My Distress Boyfriend

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Isang simpleng babae na nag iisang anak ng mga Oliviera at nagiisang tagapag-mana, she had her twin sister but when they turned in 15 years of age her twin died because of leukemia stage four. This simple girl named Amber Veronica Allison Oliviera or sometimes they call her in AVA, but only her childhood bestfriend is calling her that name. Pero may biglang dumating sa buhay ni Ava na hindi niya inaakala. Isang lalaking may miserableng buhay, basagulero at higit sa lahat leader ng isang gang, at isang babaeng childhood bestfriend na nabulag sa pagibig. Ano kaya ang magiging sitwasyon ng buhay ni Ava? Magmamahal ba sya ng pagkadahilan ng miserableng buhay nya? O papabayaan nya na lamang na maging masaya ang taong mahal nya sa iba? Abangan ang magiging buhay pag-ibig ni Ava.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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