Epilogue

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Beep, beep, beep

The green line on the heart monitor beeped steadily, the girl hooked to it seeming as though she was in a deep slumber, but she was not. The young woman lying in the plain white bed was in a comatose situation, she could hear and feel things around here but she was unresponsive. Blonde hair cascaded down her back, big brown eyes closed tight.

Her small hand was clasped in two large ones. A man with brown hair sticking up in all directions and his sea-blue eyes were filled with unshed tears. Deep purple bruises underlined his eyes.
"Please," he whispered "come back to me." He paused and brushed the strands of blonde hair from her forehead.


"I need you......"

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