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"Love, when I finish my studies and be a successful doctor, I want to cure your heart. "
I said while holding her hand.
She's indeed beautiful. She had beautiful eyes yet I can't see those because they're closed.
I can hear the sound of machines—machines that can only help Tarra's heart to survive.
I smiled.
"Wait for me hm? Wait for me. " I whispered then kissed her forehead.
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"Love finally! I made it! " I said and slowly walking towards her.
Just like before, she's asleep.
I can feel the cold breeze of wind touching my bare skin. I hugged myself and sat beside her.
"Love, I made it. " I said again and tears began to flow.
Tarra Barson
Born: April 2, 1995
Died: April 3, 2019
I became a successful cardiologist but I didn't made it—
I failed to cure my love because she left me the day after her birthday.
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PIERA'S ONE SHOT STORIES
Short StorySome stories I published was posted on my fb account and I want to publish it here in order for all of u to read my very own fictitious stories.
