she was glaring the sky again from her window.
i leaned at the doorway and knocked the opened-white-door.
she spun her head and i met her dull black eyes again; as lifeless as ever.
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she bowed her head again and i smiled, approaching her and patted her dark hair.
i supposed i was not nervous again around her.
she looked up at me and i saw her lips curled upwards.
that's the first time i saw the smile of a depressed girl.
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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...
