Author: Nanako.
Disclaimer: The main character of this story belongs to me. Others are real.
Another note: This story includes my thoughts will be interpreted by my character. Of course the history of other actors is only fictional.
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Happy reading ;)
The last day.
An incurable disease.
I already knew.
The verdict is.
Today is my last day.
A smile stretched my lips.
I hang up.
A laugh.
Mine.
I'm happy.
I leave the lodge.
The program will start.
Live.
This is a special show.
Residents first two seasons are there.
They are part of the jury.
Their opinions.
Their advice.
Bus will be by comedians.
So they can improve.
Except me.
Why?
I die in a few hours.
It's stupid.
However, I wanted to die before.
Prior to the show.
Before meeting Lamine.
This is good too.
The pain will disappear.
I will not be wrong.
A chest.
A head.
I arrived.
Jeremy this issue.
Comedians.
The cheers of the public when it presents.
I am the only resident tonight.
The other three are new.
Fate is cruel.
I'm going to die while I agreed to live.
Know.
To love.
Early.
Life does not interest me.
Razors.
The pieces of glass.
Knives.
Even a car accident.
Death has never received from her.
Michalak says my name.
Before.
He says it shows a video.
I did.
With other comedians to black humor.
As Keny Arkana.
She denounces prejudice.
What do people on the comical humor offensive.
They give us masks.
Without knowing.
Their prejudices bind us.
Naked'm going insane.
Drugs.
Abusive posts to our skits.
What this outrageous and as that did.
All this shows that it affects us.
More than they think.
The video ends.
The music sounds.
I descend.
My feet touch the tray.
I do my sketch.
I give everything I have.
The laughs are heard.
For this last sketch.
I made sure everything is funny.
They do not have time to breathe.
They laugh.
They laugh.
And thanks to my black humor stretched.
The skit ends.
It lasted two and a half minutes.
On all three.
I do not go up the stairs.
I salute my public.
Juries.
My lover.
With a bow.
Back bent forward.
Very low.
The tears come.
I get up.
They flow down my cheeks.
The surprise on their faces.
Ruquier wonder if its going.
I did not answer him.
I breathe.
Expires.
I answer.
I tell them that this is my last issue.
I'll stop there.
A sixty-five passages.
The public protest.
Lawrence.
Catherine.
Jeremy and ask me why.
Their I'm just saying I'm sorry.
I look Lamine.
He understood.
Tuck his eyes sad watching me.
Tears well up in her eyes.
I smiled.
I their mouse.
I go up the stairs.
They give notes.
Twenty four by juries.
They comment.
I listen with half an ear.
We go to the results.
The winners joining the board.
The program ends.
We're home.
He cries.
I cry.
We kiss.
And for the last time.
It makes me fondly love.
We send all our feelings.
Through this carnal act.
Our love.
Our passion.
Our sadness.
We fall asleep crying.
My last thought.
Before falling asleep in his arms.
And if before, I wanted to die.
Right now.
I am twenty five years.
A lover.
And life.
I wish that fate is not as dog with me.
he would have had to leave my successful suicide attempts.
Instead of depriving me of a wonderful life.
Pain and my love.
Here! I'm sorry if this is sad or other fiction. But she went through the mind and I wanted to write. I hope you plairas. Bye!