There are no names in this, there are some clues as to who the characters are, but you make your own conclusions...enjoy!
She looked at me, furrowing her perfectly shaped eyebrow, looking for the answer to her question, I wish I could have given her the answer, the one she wanted. She asked me flat out "Is she going to be ok" I shrugged, I didn't know. She wrapped her arms around me, burying her head in my chest. I stroked her long brown locks. I checked my watch…9:30, it was time for me to go home. "I'm going home" I said "Come with me" She shook her head, she told me she was staying right there, I couldn't fight her if I wanted to, she wanted to be there when she woke up. If she woke up. I left the hospital, and got into my car. While driving I thought about so many things, about their friendship, about my love for her, my love for the both of them. I remembered the day we met her, they took an instant liking to each other. I always believed there were only two places she felt completely safe, in my arms, and with her. It made sense though, how could she not feel safe with her best friend, and the love of her life. Their was something special between her and I, but something even more magnificent about their friendship. They brought out the best in each other, the life in each other. They were two incredible girls, and if she died while in the coma, she wouldn't have been the only one who died; her best friend would have died too, the love of my life. Sure she would be there, but the life in her wouldn't. In fact, she was already dying inside, they were dying together. Her once glowing eyes had become boring, her once killer smile, had turned into a sad frown, and her once golden skin, had become pale.
She looked at me, furrowing her perfectly shaped eyebrow, looking for the answer to her question, I wish I could have given her the answer, the one she wanted. She asked me flat out "Is she going to be ok" I shrugged, I didn't know. She wrapped her arms around me, burying her head in my chest. I stroked her long brown locks. I checked my watch…9:30, it was time for me to go home. "I'm going home" I said "Come with me" She shook her head, she told me she was staying right there, I couldn't fight her if I wanted to, she wanted to be there when she woke up. If she woke up. I left the hospital, and got into my car. While driving I thought about so many things, about their friendship, about my love for her, my love for the both of them. I remembered the day we met her, they took an instant liking to each other. I always believed there were only two places she felt completely safe, in my arms, and with her. It made sense though, how could she not feel safe with her best friend, and the love of her life. Their was something special between her and I, but something even more magnificent about their friendship. They brought out the best in each other, the life in each other. They were two incredible girls, and if she died while in the coma, she wouldn't have been the only one who died; her best friend would have died too, the love of my life. Sure she would be there, but the life in her wouldn't. In fact, she was already dying inside, they were dying together. Her once glowing eyes had become boring, her once killer smile, had turned into a sad frown, and her once golden skin, had become pale.
My LG chocolate vibrated in my back pocket, I reached for it with one hand, keeping the other on the wheel. It was her. She sent me a text. Nothing complicated, no words, just a symbol….. :D ….that was enough for me.
