-Really, I need to see James.
I claim angrily.
-Carlos, honey. I don't know who's James. I don't know what are you talking about. We had a crash a month ago, you hit your head very hard. You were asleep all this time. As the doctor said, maybe painkillers make you hallucinate. Everything's going back to normal in a few days.
She kisses my cheek and leaves.
I really don't know what to say.
Then, everything had been a dream? James didn't exist? My mind had imagined a relationship with someone who wasn't real?
I still felt the anguish in the chest to know that he wasn't beside me. I still felt his hazel eyes staring at me. I still felt my warm lips from his kisses, his hand holding mine. I could still hear his "I love you too" although it hasn't been real... or is it?