Dearest Keenan,
There are no words to express how grateful I am to have met someone like you. Sure, we didn't get off exactly on good terms (especially after how i caught you thieving around in my house), but I'm glad we met.
That night I met you, I made a wish upon a shooting star.
I made an advanced wish, if you will.
I wished for a miracle. I didn't hknow what miracle I'd wished for, exactly. But I just wished for a miracle, a change, something brilliant.
That was the day before I was diagnosed with the stupid disease.
I was angry because the disease wasn't a miracle. It was a curse.
Then I realized, Keenan Drew, you are the miracle.
Thank you.
Always,
Holland Evans.
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Short StoryIn which a thief gets caught by a girl just wondering to the kitchen for a midnight snack. When Holland Evans found out she was dying, she was more determined than ever to make her life count. Together, a thief and a lawyer's daughter set out on an...
