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115: The silent mourning

Author: Meminger
last update publish date: 2025-12-31 21:53:41

Third POV

Sebastian sat on the other side of the hospital room with his shoulders slumped and expression completely defeated, the hard plastic chair pulled close to the window where pale winter light filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds.

Fiona lay in the bed, pale and fragile against the stark white sheets, monitors beeping softly in the background like a constant reminder of how close everything had come to ending.

An IV drip ran steady into her arm, bruises dark on her skin, ban
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Angela
Sebastian needs to man up and deal with Ross. Hope their relationship fails miserably.
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