Definitions <3 (Skeppy Fanfic)

Chapter 33

Part two of Coma 💕

Zak POV

"Zak, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm so so sorry. If you can hear me, I want you to know that it's okay if you're mad at me. I completely deserve that. I overreacted and it lead to this, I'm sorry."

I heard Darryl let out a muffled sob as he grabbed my hand.

I tried so hard to move, to open my eyes, to do something, but I couldn't.

I'm powerless, forced to only hear what's going on around me. Forced to hear the strangled cries of people that I know, who were visiting.

The most painful one to listen to was my sisters. She sat by me and talked for what seemed like hours. But it might have been a couple of minutes. She talked about old memories and about the things I liked to do.

It started off cheerful, her recalling all our childhood memories. But it slowly became more sad. Until she was crying, grabbing onto me.

And I just laid there, powerless.

"This is stupid. I'm basically talking to myself." I heard Darryl say.

Not true.

I heard him stand up and walked out the door.

No don't leave, I wanted to yell but I couldn't.

* one month later*

Everyone's stopped visiting me. They all gave up on me, went on with their lives. They said I would never get better, that I'd be better off dead.

That I was basically dead.

But I wasn't I was right there, listening to them.

And now I'm so lonely, not even my parents visit anymore.

One day they were all here, and the next they disappeared.

I guess they finally decided that I was a waste of time.

So when I heard my room door open and someone sit down next to me, I was surprised.

Then I heard a voice that I recognized almost immediately.

Darryl.

"Hey Zak. It's been quite a while, I'm sorry I stopped visiting. But everyone said it was time to move on. But I couldn't, so I laid in bed every night thinking about you. I hope you've been doing the same."

Yeah, I think about him every night. About how I wish I could tell him it wasn't his fault. About how I wish I could tell him I'm sorry. About how I wish I could tell him that I love him.

"Well, if you can hear me, you might be thinking. Why did I decide to come today? Well because, it's January 17th. Your birthday. I just came to say, happy birthday. And that I care about you more than you will ever know.Nd I hope that, maybe one day, you'll wake up again."

I had to get up.

This is my one chance.

Before I'll never see him again.

Determination built up inside me like never before.

Come on Zak, just open your eyes.

Come on.

Come on.

Please.

Darryl POV

I sighed, I don't know what I expected. He's not getting up. And he never will.

I stood up, ready to go when I saw his eye lids flutter.

I glanced back at him, but there was no movement.

Just my imagination.

Then I saw his finger move slightly and rubbed my eyes.

I looked back at him and stared for a few minutes.

No movement.

I turned around to leave but I felt a weak hand grab my arm.

"Darryl." I heard a voice say.

I turned around and looking up at him was Zak. With his chocolate eyes, that I thought I'd never see again.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.

"Oh my goodness, you're awake!" I yelled.

I pulled back and saw his eyes tearing up, "It's not your fault you know."

"No, it is my fault I'm sorry." I said, feeling guilty.

"No it's not. I love you Darryl. I've been wanting to tell you that since the day of the accident." Zak said.

My eyes widened, "I love you too."

He wrapped me in another hug and I felt tears running down my face.

Happy tears.

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That's the end of this oneeee

Ahhhh is the ending cheesy?

Eh, whatever.