How can you miss someone you've never really met or seen in real life? How do I miss someone from my coma dream? Why Andromeda? Why me? Fuck.
"Mr. Clark, you've been cleared." A nurse said as she opened the door to my little room.
"Cleared from what?" "From the Hospital, silly. You've been awake a month now, hun." I was confused; how did a month pass already.
I nodded as she started to unhook all of the devices I was attached too. First, the IV, then my oxygen and heart rate monitor, and the patches on the side of my head to track my brain waves, I think, I didn't know.
"Now the day bleeds, into nightfall and you're not here to get me through it all."
Lewis Capaldi, that was her favorite artist, and "Somebody You Loved" was her favorite song. Her absolute favorite, there was never a moment she wasn't singing it. Or singing at least the chorus of it.
"Hey, Finnick! Down for a game?" A kid my age, I'm assuming, asked me while holding a basketball. I shrugged and walked onto the basketball court in the park. He gave me the ball, and I shot a three-pointer, I missed, but this game felt second hand to me? Had I played basketball?
"Why does this game fee second hand? I don't remember ever playing this." I said the kid looked at me sadly.
"We used to play for Ridgewood in 11th grade together. Then you crashed before the states." He responded. Part of everything was gluing back together.
"Ryan Stevens?" I asked. He nodded. We laughed and hugged in celebration. "How have you been man?"
"It's been alright Fin, the team almost couldn't go back this time because of you, it was really hard on us, and the freshmen who made varsity had no idea what happened." Ryan rambled as he shot half court. "We thought you died at one point. It broke our hearts explaining it the freshmen, but they worked hard and we got to states again."
"That's good." I smiled. "I better get going, my mom is probably expecting me home now."
Ryan nodded and we parted ways.
When I got home, everything smelt like Andromeda, it was freaky. It felt like she had sprayed her perfume in my room for when I would miss her. It almost made me cry before remembering she wasn't real.
The love of my life. She wasn't... real.
