when koda brought me daffodils on the fifth day,
i swear i could feel her.
i counldn't feel anything up until that point.
i had no idea of the extent of my injuries,
no idea if i'd be affected when, - no, if - i woke.
would i still be able to play my guitar?
sing? god, even talk?
had i fucked up my brain?
if that was the case, maybe i didn't even want to wake.
maybe i didn't want to put myself through that, to put koda through that.
what if i was the one who made the choice whether or not i was going to wake?
love,
michael.
-
mikey bby ):
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coma ❀ michael clifford ❀ book three
Fanfiction"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.
