Six Sentence Story

He wore it well, the handsome mask, never defining him as a caring empath. Walking through the hospital corridors with a seemingly blasé attitude, never stopped at a dying bed. In the late of night after a brief trip to his home, he would return as his true self, and a task of love. Touching lightly with a warm caress to ease pain, he visited all of the ones in need. After many years not being discovered, he enjoyed the interaction. Some might think him an angel, as he seemed to glide quietly through the dimly lit halls.

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!