She lies on the bed weakly, holding his hand tightly. His eyes filled with concern. Her life is ending after a long and hidden fight. And he is here with her.
The hospital is never a much-beloved space, filled with sickness and death. But here, she finds herself dying and he finds himself loving a dying girl.
He thought that his own life is hard, that no one understands the pain. But looking into her beautiful eyes and holding onto her frail hand, he knew that he was dead wrong. She has been suffering, but she stayed strong enough to not utter a single word about it.
Her face contorts in pain, before her last breath goes out and his tears fall down, one by one.
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Poetry{Highest rank: #222 in Poetry} "They say beauty is to be noticed, so she hid hers." o..oo..o This is the tale of the girl that tried so hard to be invisible. This is the story of a boy who went everywhere with a spotlight over his head...
