He was dressed in oversized jacket, the corner of his lips bled. His caramel bangs covered his eyes, and he was trembling. He looked at Mark with pleading look, his hands pressed against each other.
"Help me."
He asked with broken voice.
"Please help me, I don't even know who I am anymore."
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Gizem / Gerilim"You mean, you fall for someone with mental illness?" . . . Mark Lee had never expected to open his door one night to a crying stranger, quivering under the rain shower. He had never expected that since the night he took the other in, he would deal...