This was inspired by a true story of a six year old who had passed away yet hid notes in the house telling her parents how much she loved her. To her parent's amazement, they found notes everywhere around the house and they each have kept one note unopened to let themselves know that there is still one note they havn't read yet.

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[we can fly away]

Chapter 1

It was over. His life was over.

well, not really, seeing as he was still alive and standing.

He was still breathing and living and doing all the things which a healthy human being should, physically. However mentally, he was not alive.

His world had been torn apart.

It had been just 24 hours ago when the doctors announced "she's gone."

How could it have happened? No, why did it happen?

She was so sweet and forgiving and everything about her was beautiful. And just like that, she was gone from the world.

Where was she?!

He looked at the body.

Yes, that sweet face was still there, her chocolate brown hair, her smooth pale skin. The eyes that would never open again.

Yet it wasn't her. Even though it looked like her, it wasn't her.

It wasn't her, because that body would not smile at him brightly like she used to.

It wasn't her, because that body would no longer tease him gently or worry for him like she used to.

So where was she?

[And we can touch the sky, Together we can find our way]

It was hard going home and having the first thing you see, remind you of her. Everything remind him of her.

From the painted walls (that she painted ) to the stain on the floor that was a result of her spilling some orange juice on the carpet.

God this was hard.

He sat down on a couch, next to the old bookshelf that had been with them ever since they lived together.

"This bookshelf is special to me because all the books upon this shelf speak to me."

"Who the hell talks to books?"

"I was being philosophical and you ruined it!"

"There's nothing philosophical about talking to books."

"HEY!"

He glanced at the bookshelf as it reminded him more and more of her and noticed something.

Something that was not there before.

A small corner of a sheet of white paper that was sticking out from a book.

A book that very often, she would take out and read again and again.

Curious, he took the book out of the shelf and a single note dropped down from the opened page.

It was an A4 piece of paper which had been folded again many times.

Yet the thing that caught his attention were the two words.

'To Shiro chan'

Heart racing, he opened the letter with shaky fingers, wanting to know what she would've told him before she died.

He read the words on the piece of paper over and over again.

He didn't know how long he sat there but the whole time, it was just scanning over the words that were left by her. The handwriting was soothing to look at, the same loopy neat writing.

After he had consumed all of the world over and over again, he let the letter drop and started crying.

It was funny how so little words could speak so much in volume.

Dear Shiro chan

Haha! I bet you're slightly annoyed that i used that old nickname, aren't you?!

Anyway, i just want to let you know i'm dying.

Well this might be pretty obvious by now as i'm either in hospital or i'm dead.

I suppose it was hard coming to terms of what was happening to me, but i've lived a good life and i had the opportunity to love you, which makes me have (almost) no regrets in life.

The doctors told me i'd have one year to live, give or take a month or so.

So i decided that for every week, i would write one note on how i felt and how i was doing.

Right now i'm fine but sometimes i just wished i had more time. I guess i will never live to a ripe old age of 150 (kidding). But the thing that bugs me the most is that i will never see you again.

What will happen to me after i die, Shiro chan?

Do ghosts exist? Does god exist?

I'm so scared on what will happen next, or even if there will be anything after death.

If i die, will i just disappear like that? Never to see you again, never to touch you again or to love you again.

What a cruel world it is.

Well, this page is almost finished and i think you're getting slightly suspicious on what i'm doing.

I will end this note telling you this.

Around the house i will or have hidden 52 notes all that are all for you to read.

I love you and love you and love you and love you.

(and will never stop loving you.)

Love, Momo.

Thank you for reading (:

Reviews arent necessary but are appreciated.

[[time to update my other story that has needs to be updated!]]