I've done this fanfiction in French, and the lovely JanusJupiter ( you can find her on Tumblr ) translate it for me. I hope you'll enjoy :) !
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Prologue.
I am not one of those people who show their emotions.
I am not one of those people who cry and scream in public. I am not one of those people who scream in the face of the world and hate their situation. I have a rather staid character, cheerful, but rarely in excess. I am a ordinary man in an ordinary flat in a too poor world full of poor lifestyles and poor humanity.
I am a human being in a world of monsters. I am the little sheep in a sheepfold of wolves.
I'm like you, either. But we must start somewhere, is not it. Then, of course, begin.I do not promise you the best of stories. I do not promise you a fantastic epic story full of humor and action. It will not be full of pleasant and nice words or even a long and happy journey in a foreign land...but one full of mystery.
I promise you simple honesty, hardness, and sadness; perhaps even hope.
An ultimatum forced me to remove my winter gloves and return to my glossy keyboard. Spring will be here soon, so I must write. You need to know. I must expel it all from my head in order to blacken hundreds of lines. So I must to introduce myself to you.
Nice to meet you.
My name is John Watson. I am a former military doctor in Afghanistan returned after a shoulder injury. Blond hair, a sixty-three meter right-handed, blue eyes. I bite my nails and I hold unconditional love for Russian tea. You see, nothing really original. But one thing makes me different from you. A small thing, but a rock in my shoe, a weight on my shoulders. And here I am, still too young to carry this burden.
Because in exactly thirty days...I will die.
