i looked at her sleeping face, my hand had found its way to her black tresses.
her hair was just as soft as silk.
i sighed and pulled a chair beside her bed, my hand clamped her tiny hand.
"joceline," i called softly, rubbing small circles.
"i missed you."
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Short Storyshe is a pale girl. that patient. she has this huge room, just for her. inside, it is nothing; just another white all-over. i am a doctor. and the hospital just had to give me this patient. but, she is confusing me. and i want to see what she...
