forty-four

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"please, phil." i say in between sobs. i hold the hand of the person i love most in the world as tight as i can as i beg for him to wake up.
"wake up. i need you." phil doesn't stir. the doctors said that he's in a coma. they don't think he'll wake up, im starting to think they're right.
"i love you phil. please." i can hardly say the words without choking on my own tears.
its all my fault.
i should have been looking at the road.
it should be me sitting in a hospital bed, not phil.
its all my fault.
he doesn't deserve this,
i do.

a/n: this is getting really depressing oops

truth or dare // phan auWhere stories live. Discover now