coma ❀ michael clifford ❀ book three

roses.

on the third day after the accident,

koda brought me red roses.

she was the only person who had come to visit me.

as a matter of fact, she'd hardly left.

she'd wake up every morning on the small hard couch in my room,

and she'd leave.

she was only ever gone for an hour at the most,

and every day she'd return with a new bouquet of flowers.

it really frustrated me,

i was supposed to be the one giving her flowers.

i was supposed to be the one staying up, worrying about her.

i was supposed to protect her.

if none of this would've happened, i could.

i could, and i would, do that.

but, i couldn't fucking wake up.

love,

michael.