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CHAPTER 25
"If you and my son will agree, I would like us to go back to America within this week."
I stare at Dion's sleeping figure. He looks so serene, no trace of Brain Hemorrhage, no trace of dying Dion, of Dion who's battling with headaches, muscle weaklings, and vomits, only that his brows are slightly creased as his chest rises and falls in a soft rhythm, and his mouth is a little parted.
Dad— his father, wants them to go back to the US within this week so they could start the processes for his treatment as soon as possible. I stare at the open page of my small notebook on my hand where the list of places that Dion wants to visit in Zurich is listed. We've done halfway since he only wants to visit twenty places, and there are still several remaining places we haven't visited yet. I don't think we would be able to visit them all within this week.
I know how Dion wants to finish his Zurich trip, and I want us to finish this trip too for th
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Two butterflies flying freely on a garden full of flowers blooming in the fresh sunlight, only the two of them, enjoying. The pink butterfly flies farther, and the blue butterfly chases the pink one. Suddenly, it's me and Dion, running freely on the evergreen of Grindelwald while laughing our hearts out. I run farther and Dion chases me, trying to catch me, and when he did, he locks me in his strong arms and we fell on the bed of greens. I am underneath him, and he is staring softly at me. His hand caresses my cheek, and his face inch closer to mine, closer, and closer, and closer until our lips are touching, until I feel his lips pressed unto mine. Dion is staring at me blankly, I try to reach him but he steps back, and back, and back again until he is slowly fading away in a distance. I try to call him but nothing comes out of my mouth. I try again, but still, nothing. I am mute. No. This can't be. He is f
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