I_Y_A, The Reader
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That window facing the garden was my only connection to you in this place reeking of antiseptics.....
This is story of someone sick physically and emotionally who only finds a sense of comfort staring through a misty window on the 2nd floor of an old hospital while tending to a single wilting iris resting in a pot on the window sill.
(this is my first time dealing with interactive fiction so feedback is highly recommended)