Some wounds were deeper than bullets. Bianca watched from the doorway.Camila was there again. For hours, she had barely moved. Her own body had not fully recovered, yet she refused to leave Marco's side since his surgery.Even when the doctors told her to rest, she would return. The doctors assured that his condition had finally become stable after the last convulsion, yet she still sat beside his bed, watching every movement of his chest. Sometimes she held his hand.She looked exhausted herself, but somehow she kept finding the strength to stay.Bianca watched her for a long time....and in that moment she understood that maybe love was not always about who had loved first. For years, she had convinced herself that perhaps Marco would eventually see her, and that had been a beautiful lie she told herself because she wanted it to be true.. that one day he would understand... maybe she only needed to wait.But watching Camila sit beside him made the truth painfully clear. She lowered
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