It's been a week, seven days, since I last saw your beautiful eyes. The boys tell me I should go home, freshen' up a bit, maybe get a good night rest, but I can't. I want to be here when something changes, maybe just to see or feel a twitch of your finger. So instead they brought me this journal thing, figured I might write in it while I wait by your side...
Or
The one were luke is in a coma and Calum writes down their memories together to cope with it.
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