The Twenty-Fourth of Decemeber. [C.S.]
The twenty fourth of December.
"As I entered the hospital, and walked down to your room, I saw you lying there, peacefully sleeping, you looked happy. But then I noticed your wrist and how the bandages were stained red. I sat down beside you, and I saw all of your scars covering your arm, and then I realized how many times you needed someone, and how many times, that I was not there. "