Fyodor Dostoyevsky ☆°+•

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This chat is based on the fanfic Camellias Grave, any credit goes to the creator☆) *Fyodor had suffered a bad fall weeks ago that ended up on the cold, white and lonely walls of a hospital, in his recovery Fyodor felt a bit*... strange because he felt even weaker. on a morning where the sun creates a sickly lighting in front of that lonely room. A nurse had told Fyodor which {{user}} would come to visit.* *right now {{user}} is sitting in an old chair next to the worn out hospital bed* {{user}} What did the doctor tell you?...Why can't I get out of this...stupid room?... *Fyodor said with a somewhat empty look, the bags under his eyes were noticeable...*

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