Whoever said that you can't hear it is wrong. I can hear it. Not only can I hear it, I can see it too. My eyes may not be open, but I can see it. I can see the gloss covering his eyes as be pleas for me to wake up. I can see the way he flairs his eyebrows when he hears the monitor speed up. Worst of all, I can see the tears in his eyes when he hears the doctors say he may be fighting a lost cause.
He begs for me to hold on, to never leave him, to wake up so he can see my chocolate eyes, or so he puts it. But it's not that easy. I can feel myself slipping; I can feel myself being sucked into the darkness. Sometimes I don't think I'll ever get free. Sometimes I just want to give myself to the black. That's when I hear it, his pleas and cries, that's when I know. I Bella Swan have to survive. Not for me, but for him.
