This is inspired by a girl who lived in the same city as me. I didn't know her, but every day, when we were saying angelus at school, we'd pray for her. The Angelus is something said every lunch time over the tanoy at my school, and we pray for those who most need it, I guess.
She lived maybe about three quarters of an hour away from me? But, she had cancer. She was one of the bravest people ever. She has blog, and in it she described everything. She died this year. Her family, however, still run her blog. It's the sweetest thing ever. This is only the prologue, but all chapters will contain something like this at the top, with the actual story in 3rd person. Please alert, favourite, and review. c:
This is ALL HUMAN AU
Fairy Dust
Prologue
I think none of us are really scared or afraid of death; we just don't like the thought of being torn from the people who love us, and who we love back. It's that feeling of selfishness. They gave us so much, and all we do is die on them. It's not fair. But nothing is, and we learn to move past that and still live our lives the way we should want to.
I was fifteen when I was told I was going to die. They were optimistic that it wouldn't happen, but it was also inevitable. I was always going to die. We all are. Some old and grey holding hands with some they have loved their whole life; others too young, never touched by the powerfulness of love.
I'm one of the lucky ones. I have loved, and have been loved back. Unfortunately, it was too much for him. But it's OK, because one of us was going to leave in the end. It just happened that it was him first, not me. I mustn't pretend to be feeling 'OK' about the fact he died because I would be lying, and Dimitri taught me not to lie. He taught me so many things.
I was seventeen when I met Dimitri. It was a fairytale waiting to happen. I even had our happily ever after mapped out in a notebook in my top draw at home. Happily ever afters are a pile of crap.