Five hundred forty-nine

ating blue and white, clean and refreshing, unlike the dark and eerie image she had of hospital corridors.She strolled for a while, and through the window, she saw the charming lawn downstairs, dotted... his long fingers were tangled strands of jet-black hair, disentangled from her head. That deep black color stimulated him."What's going on!" he asked in a grave voice. How could she, out of the blue,...