Natalie's P.O.V
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After dropping the quill in the ink bottle, I took one last glance at my letter.
A few drops of tears escaped my eyelids which I wiped off immediately.
Don't cry!
I slapped both my cheeks as Nessa often did when she didn't want to cry. Why was I still writing letters? Even though I hadn't ever sent one to my sister, I just keep carrying them around. "Stupid", a mild smile formed on my lips.
"Natalie dear!", it was the voice of the nurse Madame Winry had hired to help take care of her. She wore a nose mask and a pair of gloves when her tall frame came through the door. "The Madame wants to see you".
I nodded before escorting her to another room. Unlike everyone else who took precautions in order not to catch the flu, I was an exception.
"Natalie? Natalie?". Madame Winry waved weak hands in the air. She'd been partially blind due to various illnesses which probably befell her due to overthinking.
