❝ Nothing quite makes my heart ache like our almost. ❞
She looked down at the crumbled piece of paper, skimming through the list of her final 3 wishes.
1. Fall in love myself.
2. Watch two people fall in love.
3. To leave, smiling.
Alyssa Sheffiel...
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She heard her mother crying in her bedroom in the evening, trying desperately to stifle her sobs. Gulping, she shut her eyes, collapsing into her bed. If she wasn't afraid, why were they?
She was the one that was going to leave so why did they feel sad? Honestly, she had admitted to herself numerous times that the one who leaves is always the selfish one. The one who thinks about themselves over the other.
Because she had always found that the ones who stay, end up enduring more pain than the ones who leave. They're the ones who get left behind, clearing up the mess of the other person. They're the ones left behind, trying to cope with everything. All the other person does is turn their back away, and shut their eyes forever.
And somehow, they're the ones who get all the sympathy no matter how easy their job was.
But she of all people knew it wasn't easy.
Because in this scenario, it was her.
"John- The letter came through today..." Alyssa heard her mother stuggle out. "I can't believe-"
She listened attentively through the wall, as her mum breaks off again, collapsing into a crescendo of cries.
The familiar warm voice of her father rings in her ears. Pressing her hand against the wall, she remembered the times where he used to throw her up into the air before catching her again and cradle her into his arm. "How long?"
"Less than a year."
Alyssa didn't feel any pain. She felt nothing of her body and neither of her emotions. She was fine emotionally, mentally and physically. She tried not to snort. It was nothing she didn't already know. They had found out when she was 10 and she had been given an estimate of 8 years.
Alyssa sighed, before breathing in the comforting scent of her bed sheets. She had been given time, the one thing that others didn't get.
And boy, had she used it.
Frankly there was nothing else that she had left to do in this body.
Her tired, brown eyes floated up to the note pinned on her notice board, that she had deliberately hid behind revision sheets.
Out of the one hundred things she wanted to do before she slept, she had done 97 of them. "Well, I have had seven years," she mumbles to herself, smiling slightly.
Reaching out, she unhooked it, realising she'd better get a move on if she wanted to complete them.
I'ce made this so long ago I can't even remember what they were.
She looked down at the crumbled piece of paper, skimming through the list of her final 3 wishes.
1. Fall in love.
2. Make two people fall in love.
3. To leave, smiling.
Alyssa's face dropped. Frustrated, she clasped her hands. Clearly, she'd made this list long before she knew how dangerous it was to mess with love. And yet here she was, reading through her final wishes, two of which were consisting of the very thing she was complaining about. She distinctly remembered adding the second one when she was going through a love-guru phase although she still did think that it would be quite nice to see two people fall in love.
The hardened look on her face softened a little as she remembers the promise she had made to herself as a little girl. It was childish but to her, it meant a lot.
The promise to complete them all.
Pausing the train of thoughts that never seemed to end in her mind, she came to a decision.
Alyssa was pretty determined to make them happen, although frankly she didn't have a single clue how.
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