#05 | Coma
I gently rested my hand on hers, so frail... cold, even; the dominant noise in the room the steady beeping of the heart-rate monitor.
Thank you for everything,
TheBrighestNight

#05 | Coma
I gently rested my hand on hers, so frail... cold, even; the dominant noise in the room the steady beeping of the heart-rate monitor.
Thank you for everything,
TheBrighestNight
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