Waking The Comatose Billionaire With Durian
Language: en
Every single day, I cracked open a fresh durian in the private suite of the comatose heiress. I’d eat it while crying from the sheer, pungent deliciousness of it, and without fail, her EKG monitor would spike in a tiny, subtle wave. Right next to me, her spirit would hover, practically weeping with longing. "I would literally die for a bite of that," she’d moan, her translucent face twisted in agony. "I swear to God, I am waking up just so we can go halves on one of those. I need it." Nobody knew that I’ve lived in a world of whispers since the day I was born. I see souls. I hear them…