Alastair pov//
She could wake up any minute, any hour, any week...month.
I can't believe I let all of this happen right under my watch. How can someone be your whole world and you can't even see they are depressed..? I knew that Rose brought her down at times but for it to get this bad..I simply don't understand.
Just the other day we went on a date to Tello's Park where she picked daisies braided them into crowns and danced around.
She always calls me her 'Saint' I always answer with calling her my savior, but I think I understand why she calls me her Saint. I am there for her the most. When I would see Rose being rude I would back her up.
"Uh Miss Miller's family?"
I look up to see a old man clad in a white coat and seemingly old glasses pushed to the bottom of his nose.
We all rush up to him, and he ask for only parents...great.
I see Mrs.Miller nodding and smiling a bit but I also see her frown after the Docter stops talking.
I see the Docter say 'follow me' and she turns around motioning me to follow. I nod and start a light jog to catch up.
"She's woken up!"
YOU ARE READING
Gone//M.Miller
Short StoryShe was gone, her eyes didn't hold their usual glint, her paintings were dark, music taste went down the drain, it wasn't her anymore.
