bucket list // j. megna

bucket list // j. megna

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What if you found out you only had eight weeks to live? What would you do? Would you try to recklessly accomplish all the things you've always wanted to do, like dye your hair magenta, and get completely shitfaced at a public bar? Or, would you spend it with the ones you love, soaking up every possibly opportunity you had left? More (or less) importantly, what if you met a girl with only 56 days left? Would you love her, knowing damn-well your heart would ultimately break? Or, would you shrug it off, and forget about it, protecting yourself? What if what if was all you had left? Then, what would you do?
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Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression

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