Knowing that you'll be dying within 4 months isn't something you'll be able to accept.

And Sasha knows that. She doesn't want to accept it, but she has to. With no parents or friends to rely on, her only hope is her long time crush.

He, is her last wish. Maybe those letters she wrote in the 4 months would reach him. Maybe not.

But when it does, it's too late.

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This story is completely and entirely mine. Dare not copy. If you find the same thing anywhere else, report it.

Hope you people would like it.

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Prologue.

I sat near the window, with a bundle in my hands. I don't know what's inside it. I swear I didn't even want to know.

But that old lady urged me to take the bundle and open it. I scanned the cover of the bundle. It was yellow-ish brown, with a red ribbon that tied it.

On it, in a neat handwriting it was written *Dear Crush.*

The name itself tells it would be boring. 'Dear Crush'...seriously? I wanted to keep it aside and forget about it. But the sincerity in the woman's eyes flashed in front of me.

I sat on the bed and carefully untied the red ribbon.

What I saw surprised me. It was a whole bunch of letters.