I haven't seen him awake for days after that night.
Maybe it wasn't so bad, but although I loathed the memories connected to baby breath, I wanted to see the flower growing in his eyes.
sometimes when I couldn't sleep, I watched him, thinking about who he was, who was the woman, and why I felt so different around him.
Why I felt better.
Why I felt like I had a reason to live.
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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...
