

Synopsis
Jennie Stockins’ is an extrovert living normally as teenagers do. Little did anyone know that she was a little different. Her teenage started with a tumor and despite the treatments, her chapters were inscribed by diagnosis. An unexpected encounter with Thomas Stanley and her life started feeling like living instead of merely surviving.
The stronger the relation, lesser words it takes to break. But there’s always a WHY behind the motive of guilty.
Were those unbearable moments enough to break her that she got another stroke of letting him go? Is she ready to let him go? Is he ready to let her go?
A love story where one is patient while the other is heartsick.
friendship
light
badboy
teen
school life
tragedy
student
youth
optimist
teenager
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Chp 62: My hair, I, and cancer, the tragic love triangle. Cancer won. Hair sacrificed
He still smiles the same when I first saw him. I wish his picture could move. I sit on the river bank where we had our last date. I close my eyes and torturous memories flash through my mind- the sailing, stargazing, kissing, holding hands, racing tracks, his laugh, his humor, his smile, his eyes, his gentleness, his sexy stare, I miss him. It’s been a...
Chp 61: The big man snatched away my pen first
We are in the car, near Riverside and Tom is cuddling in my embrace. I’ve Tom on my lap and both of his hands are sprawled out on each of my thighs while I stroke his hair gently.
He let out a content hum as I settle my chin on his head. “You are warm”, Tom mumbles playing with the star of love necklace he gifted me.
“Th...
Chp 60: The physical pain was distracting me from the pain inside
I need to take a shower and get ready but I’d nearly about ten minutes before my fluid from the IV pump runs out. I decided to wait for ten minutes and then shower.
Thanks to the nurse who came to deliver this fluid at home and thanks to Jessica who’s staying with me since yesterday night that I’m not staying a night in hospita...
Chp 59: I did nothing but evaluate my days and I ended up coloring them in shades
Good days, bad days, best days, worse days. Good days and best days can be rare but bad days come in the package. In that package, I've two options, one-find reasons to make them somewhat livable or two- let the day drag me down, I choose the latter. From London to Tom leaving for the match, those were the package of good days, yesterday and today bring a pa...
Chp 58: Nothing stays the same, it's feelings that grow every passing second
I opened my eyes and looked around and my eyes fall on the sleeping figure of Tom beside me.
"Happy nineteenth birthday", I whisper before leaning in and kissing his cheek. I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
"Come back here", Tom chuckled tiredly as he took my hand and pulled me back against his chest.
"Morn...
Chp 57: I don't want my past to be your future
I got ready wearing simple jeans and a T-shirt with a leather jacket and boots, so ready for riding. I took another look in the mirror and it started to hurt in my head. It started with pinching and stabbing pain on mostly the left side of my head and I know the nightmare is going to start. I sit down on the floor, turn on A.C. and hold onto the table. Zigza...

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