Willow has just one rule:
Must. Always. Hate. Dane.
She grew up with Dane Wainsworth, just as her brother. He's her brother's bestfriend. And she hates him. He's annoying, arrogant and way too confident.
But that's not what she writes in her diary...
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The days pass by really slow.
It's been seven days. And he hasn't woken up yet.
It's been six days since Jack collapsed and sobbed for three hours.
It's been five days since Dane's finger moved.
It's been four days since the doctors told me to go home. I didn't.
It's been two days since his parents left country again.
And it's been just a few hours since the boys went by.
I sleep in his room.
I eat here.
I study here.
I stay with him for every minute. I don't want to miss a single thing. I promised him to be there when he wakes up, and I hold onto that.
There still hasn't changed much. His finger moved. That's it. I don't even know if he can hear me.
The doctors are chill, though. They said I could sleep with him, in his bed. They thought feeling a loved on this close would wake him up, but no.
I talk to him. A lot. I tell him stories about when I was a little kid, and how I used to think yoghurt drink was made by pink cows. I tell him about school. About books. Lots of books. Books he should read, and which are definitely not worth his time.
I tell him about the future. About what I want to be. About which career I want. And that I want him to wake up, so we can achieve that together.
I sigh and try to focus on my homework. Bio. I hold his hand while I read the text.
His hand squeezes mine. I look up with wide eyes. Did I dream that? I sit up straight and wait until it happens again.
A minute goes by.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
I sigh. It was probably just a one time thing. But just as I want to take my stuff again, he does it again. I stand up and watch his face. His lip twitches.
I give him a kiss and his heart rate goes up. Something is changing...
Me: He's waking up... I think
Jack: Omw
"Dane? Are you there?" I whisper. He squeezes my hand again and I yelp. "Yes! Take your time, baby. I'm here and I love you. Go easy," I say.
He frowns. "W-Willow?" he whispers. I squeeze his hand. "I'm here, baby. I promised you, I'm here," I say.
It's happening! It's happening! He's waking up!
He opens his eyes, half. "L-Light," he tries to say, but his voice is hoarse. I quickly switch it off and now he opens his eyes fully. "Willow," he says again and he reaches for me.
Even though it's pretty dark, I can see him fully and he starts to sob. I frown and hug him. "Shh, it's okay, baby," I whisper.
He sobs. "I'm sorry. I tried, I really did. But I just slipped away. I was so scared," he cries in my arms. My heart swells for him. "I know, baby. It's okay, it's okay. How are you feeling now?"
I take a look at him. He softly gasps and hugs me more tightly. I crawl in his bed and he wraps his arms around me. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he cries. I cup his face.
"You're not fine. Tell me the truth." He shrugs and hides his face in my neck. He breathes out, shakily. "I'm okay, actually. Now I'm finally awake and you're in my arms. My go, I'm so happy you stayed."
I smile. "I promised you." He nods and gives me a kiss in my neck. "I love you. How long was I out? It felt like forever," he sighs. I give him a kiss on his nose. "Just a week."
His eyes widen. "A week? What the hell?" I nod. "It's okay. You're awake now. Are you dizzy?" He shrugs. "A little. It'll pass."
"It's enough! From now on, you'll tell me everything you feel! I want the truth, Dane. How can I take care of you if you don't tell me what you're feeling?" I say.
He sighs. "Yes, I'm dizzy. Where are my parents?" he asks. I sigh, too. "They, eh, had a deal to make in America," I say and he rolls his eyes. "Of course. I don't mind, though, as long as you're here." I melt and give him a kiss.
We here the door open. "Am I in the wrong room? "
The lights turn on and Dane groans, hiding his face in my neck to not be exposed to the light. Jack comes in. I feel Dane tense.
But Jack is all relief and sits down in a chair next to his bed. I notice he has bags under his eyes. Dane blinks a few times, then slowly removes his head. I know he's getting used to the light, and take his hand in mine.
"What... why is he here?" Dane asks, visibly confused. Jack cringes and slumps in his seat. "Dane, I'm so fucking sorry. You can't believe how sorry I am! If I could turn back time, I would, I swear," Jack rambles.
Dane raises his hand, frowning. Jack shuts up. "You're going too fast for me. One, are you sorry? 'Cause that pipe did hurt. Second, you can't turn back time, so stop that bullshit. And third, why are you okay with this now and couldn't you be okay with it a week ago?"
His tone is harsh, and Jack winces. "I... I was so mad, Dane. Mad because you hit on my sister, mad because no one told me, mad because you have a normal love life, mad because Noah snapped at me. I just... I was beside myself with anger."
Dane frowns even more. I too, am frowning. Normal love life? Jacks sighs and hides his face in his hands. Dane looks confused.
"I did tell you I love her, didn't I?" He sounds confused and seems to try to remember it. Then, he groans frustrated. "I can't remember."
Jack excuses himself and leaves the room. I turn around, facing Dane, and cup his face in my hands. He sighs. "I can't remember much of that day."
He sounds so frustrated. I try to soothe him as much as I can.
