Remembering Moments

His

That Night, all that I could think about was that Ashton had loved me enough that he didnt want to live without me. I felt horrible and even though I knew that I couldn't help it, I felt like it was my fault for being in that coma. It hurt me to think that if I had woken up just a day or two later, he might have actually done it. The person that I could remember the most of would be gone. I couldn't help but feel like even though I was in a coma a couple days ago, I had the greatest life imaginable.

        My parents were loving and had even redecorated my room to be like a giant get well card. All across one wall. were signatures from people that I didnt exactly recognize, but it felt nice that so many people cared. On my dresser was an assortment of flowers. The first time that I walked into my room, there was one vase that stood out to me. A vase of pink and white roses stood proudly in the middle of the dresser. Not the kind of roses that were rolled up and tight, but the ones that spread themselves open to show off their beauty. On the card there was a message that read,

        I got your favorite. I'm not sure if you'll remember they were your favorite, or even remember me for that matter, but I do hope that you at least recognize the name, and maybe call me?

                                                                                      Avery XOXO

        Below the name was a phone number that I couldn't build up the courage to dial just yet. Eventually, I would call everyone in my contacts. Avery's number was already in my phone as bubblemuffin, whatever that meant. I noticed a couple texts where she called me bubblecake, but there wasn't enough conversation for me to really remember her. My bed was covered in stuffed animals and gifts, and the wall opposite of the one with the signatures had cards pinned up like a mosaic. I felt loved whenever I was in my room.

        My two sisters loved me unbelievably. They were always tring to do things for me, even if I was fed up with them. But I would probably do the same if I had an older sister that had been in a coma for four months. My baby brother grew to love me the first day I was home. At one point the only way he would stop crying was for me to hold him. I loved my family beyond belief and I really couldnt believe that this was really my life, but it was and I accepted it fully. My life was basically perfect

        I had the boy that every girl would dream of. He had tan colored, curly hair and his eyes were so green. He was fit too. If he wore a tight shirt, you could see the lines from his abs and chest pressing through the fabric. I loved him and I felt like I knew him forever, even though I could only remember the past three days and a few flashbacks. Even if it werent for his body, I still felt like he was mine. He had a voice that was so perfectly smooth. If caramel had a sound it would be Ashton's voice. And his lips. Pink and perfect. His lips fit perfectly into mine and it seemed like when they were together, the entire world blurred around us and it was all about Ashton and I. He made me feel so happy. There was so much confusion that I was feeling, but when I was with him, I knew exactly who I was. I was his.