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ghost of you 09 | ghost of you
calum pov
' here i am waking up
still can't sleep on your side '
what if she doesn't wake up? what if she's gone forever? what if she dies? no i can't think like that. i have to be positive that's what she would want, i need to be positive for her. for them.
' there's your coffee cup
the lipstick stain fades with time '
apictureof a beach was sprawled on each wall, each depicting beautiful scenery : rolling waves on idyllic sand. across from me was a dark stained cherry coffee table holding health magazines. underneath it was a dull grey carpet that covered the whole room. a television hung in one corner displaying boring commercials. the clacking of the keys coming from the receptionist and the constant boring commercials from the TV was driving me insane. i wanted to know what was going on with her, with them, and i wanted to know now.
as i stared at the blank white wall in front of me and tried to think of anything other than this, i felt the tension and anxiety build up in me. before the panic could eat me alive, i managed to catch up on subtle breathing exercises that she taught me. just as i regained my breath, i could hear the familiar continual tap of a shoe against the floor causing my pulse rate to shoot up once again, upon realising who it was. while i desperately tried to regain my normal state, i could see the receptionist peering at me and tapping her clipboard simultaneously.
the moment i caught of elliot i knew something was wrong.
i stood up almost too quick, sending a sharp searing pain along my ankle as i painfully jerked my knee on the glass table in front of me while getting up.
' If i can dream long enough
you'd tell me I'd be just fine '
" mr hood "
' i'll be just fine '
there was something in those two words, a pain behind it.
