efindollar
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- Parts 8
I sigh and sit next to her little bed. Her small frame seems smaller than usual, like the weight of her illness is sinking her down. I stare at her face, beautiful despite the tubes lacing around it. I grab her hand.
"Please wake up," I whisper. "I'm fucking in love with you."
~short story~