Marcus
I am nothing. Yesterday I was Marcus, but why do I deserve to exist? Why should I hold my place on this earth so stolidly when others can be swept from the surface with nought but a breath? A thought? A simple passing breeze that says, 'You are not alive?' Who has this right? This power? To take the lives of others and yet leave the rest behind?
Whose choice is this?
Not mine.
I am still here.
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Forgetting Sylva
Teen FictionSylva lives her life in constant fear of death: not her own fear, but that of the people around her. Frail and afflicted with a variety of different illnesses, she spends most of her time in bed at home, majority of it with her best friend, Marcus...
