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... dering with worry as I watched him sleep. His little chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, but his brow was furrowed in deep concentration. I knew it wasn’t true peace he was experiencing, only the temporary respite offered by the sedatives coursing through his body. My hand trembled as I reached out to brush a strand of hair away from his face.
My love looks so delicate yet broken, just like the winter soft to the touch yet cold to the feel.
The doctor’s words echoed in ...
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