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        her fragile hands carried a hand painted pot of roses she had been planting for weeks. her bare feet barely made a sound as she crept down the hospital floor, making her way across the long and dark hallway.

       his door was creaked open, so she slipped in without a nurse's head turning.

      his body was leaned against the window seal as the moonlight hit his body so gently, giving him a glow that she loved.

     "you don't want to get a sunburn." she whispered, hoping for a chuckle.

     "go back to your room, verona." he spoke in the same monotone voice as always.

     she set down his plant, next to all the others, and without another look, snuck back to her bed.

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