The flower.
The goddamned flower, it has always reminded her of Kurt but she never really understood it.
And now she did, but she wasn't angry.
Her breath was shaky, her eyes full of tears, her skinny hands gripping the white blanket so hard her knuckles were all white.
But she couldn't be angry at Kurt.
Not anymore.
He took her will to live away, but he returned it twenty years later.
Of course, those years would never come back, but there was no point in thinking over the past.
Instead, Cruz focused on the future.
She focused on the things she wanted to do.
She focused on life.
And so she lived.
The End
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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...
