

Drained Of Everything"You don't need to fret at all dear," comforted my mother; running her hand affectionately through my shock of jet black hair, "It will be over before you know it."Drained Of Everything
I gazed up into her pale green eyes, forcing my parched lips to curve into a weak smile. "Yes mom, I know," I replied, my voice all raspy. I coughed, once; twice. A wheezing sound came out of my throat. I couldn't believe it hurt so much, that it hurt even to cough.
She softly kissed my burning forehead; "I'll see you later, Felix," she murmured, her voice barely audible yet wavering with concern. "Aur revoir," I replied, still looking deeply
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