Michael's POV

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She moved. 

I thought I saw her hand move. 

I'm going crazy. It's been more than a week and she hasn't woken up.

My eyes were playing tricks on me. 

I got up. I couldn't be in here anymore. 

I didn't leave the room yet. I waited and I don't know why I waited. 

I guess I didn't want to leave in case she woke up, but I couldn't be in there anymore. 

I stretched my legs out and I looked down at her. Kissing her forehead I turned around and I walked out of the room shutting the door.

"Where am I?"

I had already shut the door, but I heard the question.


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