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I can’t believe this.
I leaned back on the bed, letting the thoughts settle over me like a spirit. Tears slipped from my eyes and rolled towards the direction of my ears. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, but I wasn’t looking—I was watching the thoughts play on the ceiling like a TV screen. The night was ghostly, long, and silent. The music from the bar outside faded behind the door, and only the faint rhythm whispered in the silent room. Every second reminded me of the scars Chris had left behind. It felt strange, almost unreal, that I was lying beside Dr. Dane, the very man whose presence awoke something deeper than admiration. He was different from Chris and careful in ways he never had bee
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