Liam arrived at the hospital that day, carrying with him the weight of countless conversations, memories, and unspoken words. Each visit had become a ritual, a chance to reach out to the friend who lay still before him.
As he settled into his familiar spot beside Alex, he glanced at the monitors, their steady beeping a reminder of the fragile line between life and uncertainty. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stay hopeful. "Hey, Alex," he began, his voice steady. "It's me again. I've been thinking about our last soccer game. Remember how you scored that impossible goal?"
He recounted the details, the laughter they'd shared, and the way Alex had celebrated like a superstar. "You were so proud," Liam said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I miss that about you. I miss your stubbornness, your drive. You always pushed me to be better."
For a moment, the room felt heavy with silence, but within that quiet, Liam sensed a shift. He leaned in closer, his heart racing. "I need you to come back, Alex. I can't do this without you. We have so much left to do together."
Then, in the stillness, something unexpected happened. Alex's fingers twitched, almost imperceptibly. Liam froze, his breath catching in his throat. "Alex?" he whispered, hardly daring to hope.
The movement happened again—a slight but unmistakable flicker of life. Liam's heart raced as he leaned forward, captivated. "Please, keep going," he urged softly, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Alex, I'm right here. Just a little more. You can do it!"
Suddenly, Alex's hand moved again, this time a bit more pronounced, as if responding to Liam's voice. It was a small but significant movement that sent a surge of hope coursing through Liam's veins.
"Alex! Can you hear me?" Liam's voice cracked with emotion. He reached out, gripping Alex's hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his skin. "You're coming back! Just keep fighting!"
The monitors beeped a little faster, and Liam's heart soared. He could feel a shift in the air, an electric charge as if the universe was conspiring in their favor.
But then, just as quickly as it had started, the movement stopped. Liam's heart sank, the hope mingling with fear. "No, no, no... please don't stop," he pleaded, his voice desperate.
He sat there, holding onto Alex's hand, his mind racing with possibilities. Could this be the beginning of Alex waking up? Or was it just a fleeting moment, a trick of the mind?
As the minutes stretched on, uncertainty filled the room once more. But Liam held onto that flicker of hope, waiting and watching, praying that this time would be different.
A/N : Should I continue this story?
