dear reader
this is my fifty-first week in college and i'm tired of saying goodbyes.
it's the worst thing to see their eyes filled up with tears.
when they fight the inevitable.
i'm not fully ready to meet the Highest King.
since I've not made peace with my diseases.
and the fate He had brought me to.
which is a pretty crappy one, to tell you the truth.
dad: what are you gonna miss the most here? i'm sure that God's Kingdom is glorious and everything we can ever dream of, but the earth has its magic too, don't you think?
me: i'm gonna miss your old face, but it gives me peace knowing i'll be seeing you again. For what's worth, i know you're gonna do great things until your time is up; don't let it go to waste like i did
dad: what makes you think you wasted any of your time?
me: for starters, i didn't get to have a dancing career
dad: but you did and you will continue - by flying among angels
me: that's the performers of a lifetime, isn't it?
dad: it sure is, my sweet boy
me: i love you dad
dad: i love you, too
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Fallen Boy
Short StoryHarry's paralyzed. But he's still trying to walk. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
