John, Aurora's closest friend, walked into the room, a gentle smile on his face. He carried a bouquet of wildflowers, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the sterile white walls.
"Hey, Aurora," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I brought you these."
He placed the flowers beside her bed, their scent filling the room with a touch of life. John was the one person who always seemed to understand her, the one who always offered a listening ear and a warm embrace.
"Thanks, John," Aurora said, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so glad you came."
John squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with concern. "Of course I came. You're my friend. I'm always here for you."
They talked for a while, catching up on old times, sharing memories, laughing softly. John's presence was a balm on Aurora’s wounded soul, a brief respite from the darkness that surrounded her.
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My Family hates me and I only have five days to live
Historia CortaDescription (Focusing on Loss and Regret): Aurora knows her time is running out. Diagnosed with a terminal illness, she faces the harsh reality of her final days. But the pain of her impending death is overshadowed by the chilling truth: her family...
