26/06/2020
This is it. The day I die.
My mom, my sister, and my dad are showing Dust symptoms. It's probably not long before I start dying too.
We sat together the whole day long today, only moving to get food and go to the bathroom. For hours we just held on to each other, not talking, but rather preparing ourselves for what's about to come.
None of us want to go on, but it's not like we have a choice. There was so much more we could've and should've done. But our time has run out.
At 9pm Mama suggested we should each go to our beds, just to make the process a bit easier, so we don't have to see each other's ends
I don't wanna go to sleep though. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I regret not doing more while I had the chance.
Maybe one day, someone, if anyone makes it through this hell, would find this book, and maybe get a small glimpse at what my life was during Dust. It's probably not that interesting, but maybe, just maybe, it could make a difference.
I guess this is goodbye
It wasn't
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