George Miller / Papa Frank • Imagines

My Favorite Color is you

I don't remember anything. I remember trying to wake you up though and you wouldn't. I remember the ER and my family. Breathing. I woke up. I asked where is he? For three days I didn't know. But I knew. I knew you were dead. A doctor told me that afternoon you didn't make it. I cried and cried. I was shown pictures of the accident. My car was destroyed and the old mans. Both my legs were broken. I was broken. You were gone. I mean nothing. I miss you.