[Disclaimer: Read this after the main story/Volume 1]
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Entry 1: After the Last Page
I finished his journal.
"Our Forever."
I was still in the hospital when I read the last page, still hooked to machines, still feeling like my story was already over.
I remember what I said that day.
"I wanna live like Scozza."
I didn't even know what I meant at the time, But now I know.
Scozza didn't beg for pity. He didn't ask to be remembered.
He just lived, knowing how it'll all end.
I keep rereading that last line.
"I used it well."
It's haunting. But not in a sad way.
It's more like… peaceful. Final. And almost sacred.
He died, and that made me somehow .. feel more alive.
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Entry 2: First Step
I got out of bed today.
I didn't even think about it. I just .. stood up, and walked to the balcony.
The nurse looked at me like I grew wings, Maybe I did.
I watched the sunlight through the window and remembered how Scozza said time was gold.
I always treated time like lint. Something I could just brush off and ignore.
But today, for five full minutes, I was golden.
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Entry 3: Someday
I don't know how much time I have.
No one really does, I guess.
But Scozza had a clock in his chest, and he still found room for laughter, love, and lemonade stands.
Maybe I can do that too.
Maybe one day, someone will read this the way I read his words.
And maybe they'll live like me.
The way I'm learning to live…
like Scozza.