I Was In Love (scömíche fanfic)

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I remember it like it was yesterday, he won't though. He might never remember anything....

I was laying in bed when it happened.

It was 1 o'clock when my phone rang. I knew something was up. I mean, yeah, sometimes he called when he missed me, but never this late.

I jumped out of bed. I was shaking really bad, but some how I managed to go downstairs, get into my car, and drive to the hospital.

Kirstie was in the waiting room, in her pajamas, when I arrived. I sat next to her and she cried for a good 10 minutes.

The doctors finally came out from surgery to tell us what happened.

"He's alive, but he has a lot of damage to his brain. If and when he wakes up, we expect him to remember little to nothing at all. Of course there is a chance he will not wake up at all"

I broke.

Not remember anything?
Nothing?
Not when we met,
or how he felt when he came out to his parents?
Not remember sup3rfruit
or scomiche?
Not remember what I had told him?
Not remember me at all?

might not wake up at all?!

They let us see him. I sat in the chair next to his bed and I held his hand with both of mine. Kirstie sat in the chair facing his bed. She was crying uncontrollably. She was crying so hard she had to leave the room. And when I was alone with him, it hit me.

His breathings slow and even. His hands were cold. His eyes were closed, his eyelids hiding the perfect blue eyes. He looked peaceful, he looked like nothing in the world is troubling him.

He is beautiful.

I sobbed into the blanket that laid over him, that our hands rested on.

I cried because I couldn't see his eyes, or smile. I couldn't hear his laugh. I cried because I love him, and he might not ever love me again.

I turned my head so I could see his face. My head resting next to our hands.

That's where I fell asleep.

For the last time,

with the hope,

that things will be the same.