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For a moment, he didn´t want to be the miserable being. Not in her presence.

His young pupil was on her knees in front of him, taking care of his injury.

He wanted to be stronger, consider a different future than an overdose, that tragic pill controlling his will.

He could see how she was worried, asking him to stop with that. Her gentle touch brought him some comfort. Her eyes brought him some hope.

How could she like him?

He thought to sugarcoat his vicodin, she disarmed him. He wish could lie to himself again. He couldn´t.

How does he dare love her?