Walking in to this coffee shop would probably make you feel safe, it was cozy and warm, the smell of steaming cappuccino in the air and the general hum of friends and lovers lingering, welcoming you out of the rain.
Unless you looked at my table, at first glance it looked nondescript, a matcha latte half full with pink lipstick stains around the rim and an untouched piece of chocolate cake sat next to a piece of paper that I , a brunette female with hair in a trendy long bob style that i paid $300 for, wearing all black except for my leopard print purse because a)all black is chic and b) Anna Wintour said all black is a fashion tragedy, was bent over. It looked quite ordinary if it weren't for the solemn mood that surrounded me , as if the rain and I collaborated to create a personalized "my misery and I" corner. But it was a little hard to be a ray of fucking sunshine when printed in front of me was the day I was to die.
A winter funeral would be rather stylish.
Biting in to my cake , because who cares about calories when you'll be bones in a couple months anyways, i carry on with life.. or whats left of it.
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Before I die
General FictionHow would you live if you were given your end date? My name is Vida Amare Ludovic, i have been given 3 months to live. I have no where to go and no place to be, so would you like to accompany me everywhere?
