His bed was empty but messy.
His bathing robe was hanging on the peg where the nurse put it many days ago.
The red cigarette box was tucked under his pillow, one corner laughing at me, spitting in my face, saying he would never return, saying that I can't save him, that I can't save myself, so how could I save a stranger?
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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...
