Under the bright Italian sun, he was sitting on a chair with an infusion bottle beside him, the liquid dripping slowly.
He speeded up impatiently.
That was the first time she saw him.
That night, they were sitting on the stone steps in front of the house, sharing a stick of marijuana.
He and her discuss Grass, Sex.
He stroked her slender white ankles, smelling her youth.
He asked her: Lucy, Lucy, What is it you're scared of?
He told others that she had driven him crazy.
Alex, a writer with leukemia who could die at any moment.
You can almost imagine him as a young man.
free. uninhibited. romantic. passionate.
Will write poems to one beautiful girl after another.
Even when he was old and sick, dragging his heavy and feeble body, he still loved beautiful girls.
In fact, such a role did not impress me at first.
I prefer silent and single-minded men.
However.
He was always the first to see through her thoughts, and would watch her silently, care for her and comfort her.
He would also be the first to notice the wound on her leg, and he would blow gently on the wound to soothe her pain.
He said to her: You're my own personal walking IV (intravenous injection).
He also said: You must allow me to be frivolous before I die.
He would listen to all her thoughts when she was most sad and helpless.
He gently embraced her in his arms, comforting her bewildered heart.
She asked him: Have you ever been love?
He answered: Lots of time. Then he
thought and told her: No , Just Once. He said: I was never very good at asking for the things I needed.
So, he told her: Don't give up.
When she When he brought back an English boy from the ball, he knew what was coming would always come.
He put on a hat, cover the lost hair because of chemotherapy's head, and said: Come in
she stood in the doorway to greet him, and said to him:. So I brought some back
him pretending to be easy: Yeah, I heard
but hands He was already in a mess, flipping through the books at hand, looking like he was very busy.
He smiled and said: I'm proud to be nearby at such an auspicious time
(I'm glad to live in this lucky moment)
She didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.
He said: Off you go. (Let's go)
He smiled gently and said: Good Night
But he didn't know that that night, she slept on the sofa alone and fell asleep quietly.
He asked others, Am I being ridiculous, when I was dying, I was still lusting after women?
The next day, he was lying on a stretcher in an ambulance.
She silently came to him and said goodbye to him.
He told her: You must not mind me
He took her hand and said: Aren't we lucky?
She took out a marijuana and gave it to him.
He smiled and said that he would share it with the nurses in the hospital.
She kissed him lightly and left.
That day, she sat in his room and wrote that poem in a newspaper.
The dye is casf (death has come)
The dice are rolled
I feel like shit
You look like gold
She tore off the corner and put it between a book and hid it under his pillow.
And he will never know again.
PS:
The person who wrote this movie with terrible words touched me the most.
If you've read my story and it doesn't make sense, then please go see this movie.
It's so much better than my story.
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