"Because there are some people out there, who'd be willing to hold you in their arms."
She secretly liked having him around. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. He was like the light in the darkened, dull room. Although she didn't show it, she became for happier with him.
Her uncle recently came back from his trip, and was delighted to see his niece with someone more trustworthy and under control than Pretty Boy.
She would cherish the moments they would share together. Even just looking at the window seeing the rain with him made her happy. She would always show him a new drawing each day. She learned that you can actually kill a lot of time drawing in the hospital room. Her drawings varied from sketches of people to the views of the city. He was right, sketching does relieve stress.
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Short Story"going on that car ride was the reason I was put into this damned wheelchair." - 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘮𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴
