Lying in the hospital bed, she pinched herself when she saw who appeared in front of her. It couldn’t be. Yet there he was, exactly as she remembered him. Perfectly imperfect with his messy half-spiked hair, big lips, soft hands, and blue and white checkered hand warmer. Standing in his Doc Martens, he seemed so close, yet so far away.
She blinked a
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