As some of you may know, the original owner of this account, Allison passed away from brain cancer on July 31st, 2016.

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2 years ago on this day, I lost my best friend from cancer.

Losing my best friend is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You were like a big sister to me more than a best friend, to be honest. I regret having those idiotic arguments we had, I regret moving from a different state for college and getting separated from you, I regret that I wasn't always there for you when you had to undergo all your chemotheraphy and we only got to see each other on Skype calls when I moved to Sydney, and my worst regret is that I only got to spend two hours with you before you passed during surgery.

When I received the news that you were having a surgery to remove that fucking tumor inside your small ass head, oh boy I almost had a mental breakdown because I was so worried. I kid you not, my flight to Melbourne 2 weeks after recieving the news was hella stressful. I was inches away from bawling my eyes out in my flight. If my mom wasn't your godmother, I wouldn't be even there for your last day. Because I can't afford plane tickets, they're freaking expensive and I'm a broke ass bitch.

On your final moments before you went to undergo surgery, you told me to take care of your Wattpad account if you don't make it (even though we started this account together), because you didn't want to leave your readers left behind, etc etc. And that job wasn't so great since I got busy because I started college a few months after you passed and I never got to update your books that much. I even started the Avengers social media fanfic you planned!

When I announced on Wattpad that you passed away exactly two years ago, people from the Marvel Wattpad community passed their condolences, some people even accused me of faking your death, which is the sickest thing I've ever heard. And then this account started gaining a bunch of followers, you went from 600+ to 1k in 2-3 days, which I hate. Why, you ask? Because I didn't want you to be popular because of your death, you've always wanted to become popular as a talented Marvel fanfic writer; not some person who just died from cancer. When this account gained a lot of followers, it made me quite sad. Most Wattpad writers try their hardest to gain them from writing stories, fanfic, etc. (which they deserve.) meanwhile, this account gained them when I announced that you passed away. Which makes me think that I actually don't deserve them. (Idk if you get what I mean but it's about when people only start noticing/caring about someone when something happens to them. )

And it was so selfish and wrong of me to delete the messages you received on your profile, I didn't know what had gotten to me and started deleting them. I guess it was because I didn't want you to become popular because of your death? grief? Not accepting the fact that you were gone? It was incredibly stupid of me and a dick move. I had no right to delete them, and my stupid ass still did. (I quit3 deserve some hate, y'know?) And if you're one of the people who wrote on this account's profile, I still read all of it while bawling my eyes out. And I apologize for deleting them and didn't get to reply, since there we're a lot of them. I'm not sure if any of you still remember this, but I bet some of Allison's Wattpad mutuals does; I'm sorry if I don't remember any of your usernames, but you know who you are.

I'm sad that you never got to see Avengers: Infinity War; the movie that you've been anticipating to watch since it was announced plus all the other Marvel movies before that. And the last Marvel movie you saw was Captain America: Civil War, in which you probably cried over for a week. And I also gave you that Bucky Barnes small figurine that I got from a freebie. That thing is still probably in your room, untouched. Same with your Marvel shrine full of funko pops, comics, etc. or whatever you used to call it-

On this exact day, July 31st, (Australian time) was the day that we lost you. Even though you're not here with us physically, you're still with us in our hearts forever. Getting over your death was the worst days of my life, it took me a year and a half to move on; and still a part of me hasn't yet. Allison, we love you and we miss you so much.

allison, 1997-2016. ❤