dear reader
this is my nineteenth week in college and i can feel the death near me.
i try to embrace it, though.
in two days rose and i are off to New York.
and i'm very excited about it.
maybe even more than she is.
rose: you have everything you need?
me: yes, i have my passport, my bags, my wheelchair and... you, that's about it
rose: are you still sure you don't want your dad to join us?
me: yes, i want to enjoy the city of angels without any help or even seeing his pity glazing at me
rose: i get that
me: i love you!
rose: i love you more!
me: that's not possible
rose: it isn't?
me: no, it really isn't
rose: okay
me: okay
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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!!!
