--My POV—
There were so many feelings flowing through my body. I couldn’t even explain anything. There was one thing bouncing back and forth in my head, Seth.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip.
Not even the little noises can take him off my mind. I look up and see his body. It felt like he was dead. He was soundly sleeping. He was a sleeping body that may never wake up.
I remember every single thing that happened, that made him where he is.
~Flashback~
We were walking home. I was walking in front of Seth, then he grabbed my waist. He pulled me towards him until our faces were inches away from each other. Our lips were so close, yet so far. He filled in the gap that separated our lips. We kissed, as we heard it. *HONK HONK HONK HONK * We turn our heads to see car lights shining on us, a car that was going, but not stopping. It was close to us, and it was coming fast. Seth pushed me out of the middle of the road, and I fell to the ground, back first. I felt something inside of me break. I look side to side to find Seth but found nothing. I bolted up, as I see straight ahead, Seth’s body. He was unconscious. Tears running down my face, I lifted him up, and ran to the Cullen’s house. From there, I haven't been the same. ~~
He’s been knocked out for 5 days straight. I never left his side. I need to know he’s okay. I haven’t eaten, slept, showered, phased, or stopped crying since I brought him here. So this is how he felt when I was close to dying 2 years ago. This is the pain I put him through. Now I can say that I know how he feels. I just hope he wakes up from his coma, or I don’t know what I’d do if he doesn’t.
