Before She Was Blown Away:
Dear diary,
I've known for quiet some time that my end was nearer than others.
They said I had only months...
But with nothing to live for I didn't mind in the slightest.
But still do I have this lingering thought in the back of my mind, whispering what I've dreaded but dreamed of at the same time...
Will I at least FEEL love before my time ticks away, or will I die alone without a hand holding mine and reassuring words whispered in my ear?