Once a strange woman came into the room.
She wasn't what I'd call beautiful, but there was something about her that didn't let me look away.
It was one of the days when the drape was tied and I saw the blonde man, who seemed to be always sleeping.
She slowly stepped to his bed, her lower lip trembling.
I felt an urge to say something, to ask her about him, to comfort her.
But I didn't.
Instead, I watched her raise his hand to her bright red lips, leaving a big smudge on it.
I never noticed when she left; she was so silent and I was so concentrated on watching the morning skies I simply didn't hear her.
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Wonderwall
FanfictionCruz's childhood wasn't ideal. Not at all. When she's 26 and free, she tries to end her suffering by committing a suicide. After an unsuccessful try, she's transported to the hospital where she meets a stranger. The stranger is the reason she still...
