58 hours.
"Why do you keep telling him the stories?" the consultant sighed, clearly unimpressed with my determination to help Dylan.
"Because I'm not giving up on him, not now, not ever," I sighed, tired of repeating myself to these idiots.
"He's not going to remember Lola darling,"
"He will, I know he will," my entire heart and soul counted on him remembering me, remembering us and all we had.
"No he won't,"
"Yes. He. Will. Dylan will remember, he'll remember because he's strong, he's perseverant, he's a fighter and he is brave," I was speaking through gritted teeth now, how dare this psychiatrist have the audacity to say this?
"Lola he-"
"He will! Dylan will remember," I cried, falling to my knees as the tears I'd held at bay for so long finally fell. My strong front had broken and every emotion I'd kept bottled up, everything I'd kept Dylan from seeing, finally escaped me in huge ugly sobs.
I took a few steady breaths before standing straight again, I wiped the tears away and straightened myself up. Looking through the window into the room I hadn't left in over 24 hours I saw Dylan slowly waking up, "He has to remember, he just has to,"
"I'm sorry Lola, but this is the cold hearted truth, he won't," the psychiatrist left following her finals words, telling me to go and sit with Dylan and tell another story even though "it wouldn't do any good".
So I did. I took a few shaky breaths, shook my head to rid of the psychiatrists negative thoughts and went in to see him.
"Lola!" he grinned, "I don't suppose you have-"
"Any more stories? Of course I do, my collection is never ending Dyl,"
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Seventy nine - Dylan O'Brien (completed)
FanfictionI had seventy nine hours to remind him. Seventy nine hours to tell him, not only who he was but who I was. Seventy nine hours to tell him how we met. I had just seventy nine hours to tell him just how we fell in love. After that he'd be gone forever.
