Hello! This is my first piece of writing here on Fanfiction, so please be nice. Constructive criticism is welcome.

Hope you enjoy it!

PS: If you can, try listening to "Say Something" by Great big world, when it reaches its climax (You'll know when the climax is. There is a slight key change and there's violins accompanying the piano). I felt it really helped with the mood. Sorry for the rambling...

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I Would Have….

I would have sent you post cards, telling you of where I am, and how I wished you were there with me. But instead, I was always beside you, not even in a different country as you thought I was, making you wait for me with a hopeful yet heavy heart.

I would have told you why I was staying away from you, of how much it hurt me to see you cry after every phone call, of how helpless I felt knowing that there was nothing I could do for you. But that would have endangered the people that I love, especially you.

I would have held your hand as the roller coaster went down, and tried to comfort you in those last few seconds before the plummet. But my pride got in the way, too arrogant and too slow to realise that that would be the last time everything would be normal again, thinking that I had all the time in the world when in reality, it would be ripped away from me, just like that.

I would have stayed with you on that fateful day, insisting to walk you back like the gentleman I should have been. But I was too careless and reckless, my negligence that led to my two year disappearance and my two years "without you".

I would have properly confessed to you, to tell you how much I need you or how I have held affections for you since the day we first met, of how that smile lit the world in a cascade of new and exhilarating colours. But you took the bullet intended for me, something for which I can never forgive myself nor something which I can never repay back to you, taking that chance along with it.

So here I am, standing by your hospital bed; your heart monitor fluctuating to the rhythm of your heart; your breath coming in steady as oxygen is forcibly pumped through your body with the oxygen mask; your body left limp as a doll as you are left in a coma and I am left with words that I may never get to say to you and dreams that I may never get to share with you.

So I would send you postcards, alerting you of where I am and how I wish you were there with me. But it reminds me too much of the heartache and the possibility of leaving you behind.


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PS: If need be, I can do a second part to this if people feel that the ending should be elaborated further.