I wont say it.

I wont say it.

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Her name is Roseanne Olson. And she struggles through life. All hell brakes loose when her depression hits bottom. As she tries to break free she meets a guy in horrible situation. Soft, high pitched, but calming mechanical made beeps wake her up. The same man from the scene sat in the chair next to her with bandaged hands covering his face. She didn't mean to stare, she hates when others stare, but she couldn't help herself. He saved her and yet he still stayed when she caused the accident. He jumped up realizing she was awake. He froze at the sight of her. His green eyes held an amount of sadness towards her that she never saw before in anyone.
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