I couldn't see through the tears, but I still stood up and made the few steps to his bed, searching for some hint where he could've gone, searching for some clue what could've happened.
It wasn't there.
Goddamnit, he didn't leave anything there, except for that darned cigarette box.
And then I noticed the cigarette box wasn't a cigarette box at all.
It was a metal container, large enough to hide a book, even if I was sure it was the same box, my grandma bought cookies in.
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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...
