And Will I [a fan poetriction: Me Before You]

For the first time,
instead of filling myself with Louisa Clark's gratefullness of having such man, or her slight grief, then her captivating freedom
I...found my way to feel
deeply
upon
How it is like to be
in William Traynor's shoes.
It could've been wonderful to watch the person you love, spread her wings
But,
You also tend to have this ability to be constantly reminded
That you are dying of having broken wings
That you are digging your own grave, not knowing any better way to go
With sincerest smile and memories you wish to hold forever in your arms
That you shut your eyes tightly so that the tears won't come down
So that the fear of dying
will fade
behind
your closed door.

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