. . • ☆ . ° TWILIGHT.• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
❝Your feelings and mine are all lonely
And dawn comes, you're there lying
with me And you reach out to touch
me. But I am in the twilight❞
✧ ˚ · .
FEMOCXPAULLAHOTE
☆。*...
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In the dimly lit hospital room of St. Mary's Hospital, New York City, the harsh glow of fluorescent lights cast an eerie pallor over the sterile surroundings. The room, though clinical in appearance, held an air of profound significance for the Rosales family.
It was more than just a space; it was a cocoon, a sanctuary where laughter and whispered conversations harmonized with the incessant beeping of medical machines, forming a refuge from the harsh realities outside.
Lita sat on the edge of her brother Mateo's bed, their shared laughter a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere. The old movie, flickering on the small TV screen, served as a feeble attempt to escape their confined reality.
Mateo's voice, as dry as if he'd been dehydrated for days, cut through the air. "Why do we have to watch this crap..." he complained, his arms crossed in defiance.
"Because? Don't tell me you don't like Labyrinth," Lita groaned, snuggling closer to him.
"It's weird," he retorted, a hint of annoyance in his tone.
"You're weird," she rolled her eyes, but they continued watching the movie. Mateo's snores were barely audible over the TV's soundtrack, blending with the low hum of medical equipment.
