Hi, and thank you for reading This is another of my older works that I decided to post now that I created an ao3 page a while ago. Its not my best work but neither is my happiest work tiehr

This story was written slowly, over a lot of bottled up emotions . I wanted to capture what it feels like to live fully while knowing time is limited—the little moments, the waiting, the laughter, the fear, the notebook entries, the bench under the willow tree, are all things that come back to the base of what would you if you had such little time

Writing it was both beautiful and painful. There were days when continuing felt almost unbearable, because I did not want to watch them suffer, and other days when writing felt like holding them alive for one more paragraph, one more season, one more moment of sunlight.