Dear crush.

You must be wondering how I'm still alive. Aah...blame serendipity. My handwriting is worse than before, I know. I just made sure its aleast readable. Not that you'll be reading these, anyway.

So...a week was all that took the doctors to realize that I also have a hearing disability. My hearing power had gradually decreased. So they put on those earpieces or whatever. You know, the ones old people use. Eeek. I feel so old now. Who knows, maybe after 2 days they'll also tell me my hair is greying. Lol. I know that was lame.

How are you doing? It's the winter break in a few days. And by God, the city can't get more colder. I'm shivering inside these four walls. I can't even imagine how cold it might be outside. No biggies. I love the snow. My dad and I used to have that Snowman competition every year. I miss him :'(

You know I was scared I would loose my hair due to chemo therapy. My only posession. I had light brown silky hair; mom's genes. I didn't want to loose this hair of mine. And guess what the doctors said? They said I would not go through chemotherapy at all. Because it was already proved useless. Cheers to me!

You must be sick of reading these hospital stories by now. Sorry for that.

Aah shucks! I forgot to mention. Sarah came to the hospital a few days back. Again. And this time, she did see me. You should've seen her horror-stricken face when she saw me lying on the bed like that! I'm grateful she saw me. She came and sat beside me, took my hand in hers and said everything would be okay. Just the way I wished.

I asked her about you. She said you have a girlfriend now- Xandra. She is a cheerleader, right? I bet she looks damn good. No wonder I pay no attention to good-looking pals. I should've seen this coming. You're popular. Of course you'll have a girlfriend. I wish I were her. I wish I looked beautiful enough to be under your gaze. I wish YOU never changed. Anyway, congratulations!

Sarah did tell me about people noticing my absence too. I'm sure my bullies are missing me. She said people were like -"where is Miss fatty? Has she become so fat that she can't even move out of her house?"

Now that was bad. People can't assume things like these. I wonder what nonsense they would say when they will know that I died due to cancer. Sarah says you took part in the Interschool Dance Competition. I hope you win it. You remember the first time you danced in front of me? Gosh, your moves are BAE. That unique kinda style you have. Oh my, I do miss your dancing. If I were in school I could have seen your dance often. Alas! Not possible at all.

Hey Jeff, you remember our duet at the party? Uncle Louis' party? He made every boy dance with every girl. I'd thank him for that. I still can't forget that two-minute dance of ours. That intimate moment when our faces were so close and a sappy romantic song played in the background. Lol. Now this looks like those movies. I really hope yu remember that.

Got to go now. Therapy sessions to be, and nurses to see. Same old routine. Kay, bubye! I'll try my best to write the next letter. Take care.

Your non-existent friend,
Sasha.

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