She spoke.

He listened.

He breathed.

And for just

once

During that heart stopping time

He was calm.

But the fear

the suffocation

the worry

Began to creep back in

when her voice lapsed.

He begged her

Pleaded, honestly,

Prayed that she would continue on.

She did.

And with her voice in his ear

Filling the empty silence of the coffin

He could think clearly again.

He floated off,

Mind on the future

(Their future, if he was any kind of lucky.)

He would live.

He decided it right

Then. He would be okay.

After all, all that

Orange soda in Nate's

Fridge wouldn't drink itself,

now would it?

Her voice was sharp in his ear

Again,

and he focused on her.

Focused on life.

On living.