His Angel
Rubbing his eyes by his thumb and index finger, he tried to get a clear view of the world around him.
As soon as he could make out the situation, his eyes moved to his Angel, in hope of seeing her up and laughing at his hysterical state, making fun of him for looking berserk, in hopes of seeing those illegal dimples that come out each time her lips curled up in a mirthful smile, and the way her pretty brown eyes sparkled each time she teased him.
But contrary to his presumption, there she was, lying on the bed, unmoved, like a broken doll. The only way he could differentiate was that his Angel was breathing. His heart fell looking at her state. His mind and heart kept blaming him for this si
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