Tears stream steadily down my cheeks as I clutch your hand tightly between my own. I can't see you properly through my tears. But what breaks my heart, what truly tears it apart at the seams, is the fact that you wouldn't be like this if only I hadn't said to you what I had.

If only I had stopped you from walking out of our house then you wouldn't be lying so still with thick layers of gauze wrapped around your thin body.

The Muggle healers told me that the car that hit you had broken some of your ribs and fractured your shoulder and thigh bone. But it was the trauma incurred when you hit your head that's keeping you in a coma that the Muggle healers don't know how to bring you out of.

Tightening my hold on your hand the memories of our fight merely formed tiny little cracks on my heart. You were right to be angry. I know that you're insecure; you always have been about yourself and our relationship. So when you saw Bill kissing me you immediately assumed the worst and went home.

You didn't give me time to explain. You just vented out all of your insecurity in one go and I couldn't handle it. I couldn't handle all of the doubts you had about yourself, having you sit there and belittle yourself so thoroughly was heart-breaking. I had only ever seen glimpses of you like this and never once comprehended that your self-hate and insecurity ran so deep.

Then you became angry at yourself for not being good enough for me, despite all the pain and suffering we had been forced to endure. I tried to tell you different but that was when you turned your anger towards me. You started asking me why I was there with you and not with Bill who was a much better match for me.

Then I grew angry with you constantly second guessing my sincerity and it riled me up even more. We started screaming at each other, throwing every painful moment, every frustration back in each others faces until eventually my Veela nature was thrown into the argument.

You screamed at me that the only reason I was with you was because I didn't have a choice in the matter, that the Veela in me chose you without any regard to my feelings on the matter.

And then I hurt you deeper than I ever wanted to.

I whispered that if I had had a choice in the matter I never would've given you a second glance.

I have never regretted anything more in my life than causing that little spark in your eyes to vanish into a sea of hurt. Silence filled the room. I didn't know why I said it and all I could think about was how much I wish I hadn't but then you looked away from me, trying to conceal how badly my words had affected you.

Then you nodded slowly before whispering that you had always known that.

I pleaded with you to stop as you walked towards the door but you ignored me. I caught a brief glance of the defeated look on your face as you walked past me and then, just like that, you were gone.

Slouching down onto our sofa I held my head in my hands and cried. I couldn't believe how cruel I had been to you, I hadn't meant it in the slightest, not a word of it.

Suddenly, I heard screaming from outside and at first I ignored the pleas for help. Surely someone else would help them and leave me to my self pity. When the pleas continued to go unanswered I got up and walked towards the front door you had just walked out of and swung it open to see what was going on.

And there you were.

Lying in the middle of the road; barely breathing with blood pooling onto the ground from your lips and your head.

Just a few yards up an old red Volvo has a massive indent in its bonnet and its owner is speaking on the her mobile phone as her hands shake with shock.

It took me a few seconds to make the connection and in an instant I was next to you, holding you in my arms and pleading once again for you to stay with me.

I've been sitting here with you for three days now and the muggles keep telling me that you're not showing any signs of improvement each time they come to visit you.

The monitor that keeps track of your heartbeat starts to speed up and before I can even question what that could mean your eyes open for the first time in days. I can't recall a happier moment as I sit on the side of your bed with a smile on my face.

I didn't care that I looked like a complete mess without any make-up on, or that there were bags underneath my eyes and I looked like hell. All that matters to me is that you're awake.

You blink a few times as you gather your wits and then you finally focus on me. At first I'm concerned as no emotion comes to your face and I wonder if I really should be the first person you see after everything that has happened.

Then you look confused which is understandable given the circumstances. I wait for you to say something, anything at all.

You open your mouth and quietly whisper to me

"Who are you?"

And then my whole world comes crashing down.