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My heart beats faster than his does. That's all I know.

It's been a while, a while since I last heard the beeping this fast. Since my worries went a mile in the sky for every sound. It exhausts me, and I don't think I want to feel it again. I can't. I can't stand it.

My phone drops off my lap as I stand up, leaving my friend's messages glowing on the screen, unread. The screen cracks.

You've been there with his family for a week

You really love him, don't you?

Tell us when he wakes up

We'll be waiting for the good news

The messages flash but I don't see them.

It goes dead. It's dead. But that's one thing I don't care about dying. It's not what I've been fighting desperately to save. It's not what I've been begging to stay alive. It's not what rips my heart out of place and beats it until I can't feel it anymore.

I close my eyes and grab the hand. Don't let this be the last time. I grab the hand I held for the first time only months ago. Don't let this be the last time. I grab the first hand I ever held. Don't let this be the last time.

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