



The Last Christmas
Maybe for you there is a tomorrow. Maybe there are a thousand or ten thousand tomorrows. But for some of us there is only today, now. And it's surreal how time passes so quickly, how people constantly come in and out of our lives. It's all so delicate, resembling that little flower in the woods called a dandelion. All it takes is a random breath, in any direction, and everything falls apart. That's why we should never miss the opportunity to tell those we love how much they mean to us, because in an hour, minute, or even seconds everything can change and then it's too late. Because life is just that, this contrast between everything and nothing, and we are mere actors in this play without rehearsals, with little audience and an uncertain ending. — I love you. he declared and Katniss's eyes filled with such intensity that those three little words left Peeta's lips. — I love you too… — she murmured against the blonde's lips — And that's enough to make me happy. Moments. Our life is a collection of moments... And each of them is a journey to the end.
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“Amo essa fic de paixão! A forma que o enredo e os presonagens tão bem escritos te faz refletir sobre a vida e a morte, afinal, a fic se trata disso, e eu adoro o quanto ela é real. É uma história profunda, poética, e que mostra o quanto o amor pode ser a nossa unica salvação, quando até mesmo a esperança já perdemos. Parabens a autora pela a historia tão bem desenvolvida.”






