I haven't written in a week and to be honest, I haven't wanted to waste my time in this diary.
I don't have much I have left so it's better to look up from these pages and enjoy life as it is.
Reny's taught me how to play chess, I taught him how to play a old melody on the guitar that I learnt from my nana. He learnt how to bake donuts and I watched. We went to the beach one day, I didn't care if they saw me with my naked head — he didn't either.
I felt sick somedays. Too sick to leave my bed but he read me a book when I did. He practised his oral speech for uni to me multiple times and I think I could recite now. We watched too many movies to count, laughed too many times to remember.
Actually maybe anyone else wouldn't be able to remember the times we laugh but I can recall every single one.
Every sing moment I just remind myself to remember and enjoy.
I'm so happy. I think you should know that. Well, maybe you don't need to. No one in the world needs to but myself. I'm happy.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
