My name is Annie and I have ALS. I struggle to forget it, like in this moment, while Liam is on the sand and he's whispering that I'm beautiful. I pretend he's not lying, but my face is stuck in a grimace, so I don't look in the mirrors anymore. My crumpled hands and legs follow knotty lines like trees and they cause mercy in other's eyes, only Liam cherish me with his eyes and hands.
The sand is warm in my hands, I can feel the sun's rays settling on my shoulders. My back leans on Liam's chest, my head supported by his strong neck, while I think that I always knew he would be back.
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A life in grains
RomanceA hoping life through the efforts. "Imagination is the only remained thing." First classified in the literary competition Association Palma, Como, Italy - Annie's story is one of many real stories, a difficult theme to imagine and feel, the impossib...
