I wonder what would happen if I would wake up.
He wouldn't come back to life.
He'd never pat my head again.
We'd never talk again.
I'd consatantly be hearing his name. Wherever I go.
I'd gaze at the silver bracelet on my wrist. The one he gave me.
And I'd remember his promise.
I'd have to throw a fake smile every now and then and pretend that I'm okay. Only to go cry in my room.
Then I'll lose control over the roses and once again kill somebody I care about.
What's the point of such a life?
Perhaps it's best if I stay asleep.