Louis' pov
Three months. Three months is all that he offered, all that he gave me, all that he left me. After three months, he gave up on me. No one knew this was going to happen. It all came out without warning. He did it again. And this time he did: He was dead.
One morning I woke up and he wasn't there. He's gone.
I thought we were happy. I believed. Now this is no longer the case.
"There is something stronger than death. It is the presence of the departed in the memory of the living" - Jean Ormesson.
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The Degradation (translation)
FanfictionI was the real stereotype of the ideal life. Yeah, damn stereotypes. And then I met him. With his green eyes, with his weirdness... And with his illness. "What would you do if you only had 100 days to live?" - Anonymous "I don't know. Probably wou...
