Could you forgive me?
It's been almost three years since the same thing. I spent Christmas, New Year's Eve, birthdays and all the important dates there, sitting next to that bed, surrounded by white walls and holding the brunette's hand, waiting for some divine miracle to wake him up.
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Gente, eu estou repostando as minhas fics no Anime Spirit uma por uma pra terminar todas que ficaram sem final dps q o Nyah excluiu tudo. Qu...
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“The fic has barely started, but it certainly deserves a recommendation. I love Aunt Ali's writing and this is another one of the many fics that fill you with curiosity. And I always read the chapters before everyone else MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -n nAnyway, it's definitely a fic that's giving me a lot of expectations and I'm crying at every chapter. D: /seriously. nIt's that kind of story, that you start reading and can't stop, because the story involves you so much... ê_ê nAnyway, here's my recommendation./I don't have much to say.-n”
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