Disclaimer: I don't own Phil of the future, or the characters of Phil of the future, or anything to do with Phil of the future. I don't even have the DVD of Phil of the future ) and I don't even have cable TV, cause my parents are worried that I will get addicted to it.
Author's Note: Well, this is my first fanfic, so I hope you all go easy on me. It's really short but I'm actually quite proud of this. Please R&R!
It had been almost three weeks when he heard that she had been involved in a car wreck.
The doctors had told him that she was in a coma, that she might wake up in days, or weeks, that it was all up to her.
But he wasn't listening; he had watched enough soap operas and dramas with her to know what they would say in a case like this.
It felt so weird, seeing her lie on the bed, completely still. She looked peaceful.
But it just wasn't her.
He took her hand in his, squeezing it gently, praying for some kind of reaction from her.
He just wanted her to open her eyes, and be the bubbly chatterbox that he became best friends with.
The bubbly chatterbox that he fell in love with.
She was supposed to be the one bringing cheer.
The one who always made sure there was no silence, ever.
He remembered how she always made him happy. Just looking at her skip down the hallway, just listening to her incredible, soulful voice. Just gazing into her eyes, seeing them twinkle in delight. Just looking at her dazzling brilliant smile. Just being with her brought him cheer.
She was the light of his life.
And his life was falling apart without her to keep it together.
Every minute, every second spent without her, was tearing him up.
He just never knew what a big difference she made. Oh, how he wished he had told her how much she meant to him, how his life was incomplete without her. How he wished she knew that she was a part of him, and how he was deeply in love with her. She knew him better than anyone on Earth, in both centuries, in any century.
He just wondered whether she knew that.
"I love you, Keely. Please let me tell you that. I want to hear your laughter, your voice. Let me see you. Please, Keely, wake up."
He might have just been imagining it.
But he could swear that he just felt something.
She had just squeezed his hand.
The End
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