Prologue

Prologue

I looked up from my notebook and as I put my hand down I stretched the other. I was in a hospital room, but I had been there for the past three days and this would be my fourth night. In the bed lay a boy that I had just met even though I had known him for the past three years.

Those years had been the best of my life. They were full of memories: good and bad. He was the only reason I remembered any part of my life. He is even the reason I am still alive today. He offered me his faith, trust, hope, dreams and most importantly his love.

I got out of my chair and walked over to him. He was in a coma… still and he had so many tubes hooked up to him I didn't even remember what they were all for. Pushing back his black hair I lightly kissed his forehead. He didn't even flinch. I was tired and I went to grab my chair as I looked at the clock, 1:34 A.M.

I brought my chair right next to his bed and comforted myself for the night. I wrapped up in a blanket and put a pillow behind me. I reached out my hand and held on to his knowing that this might be the last night. Tomorrow could bring anything, his recovery, or his death.

Death… it hung in my mind for a little. No, don't even think about it. I pushed it out of my mind, happy thoughts… happy thoughts. Anything could happen while I was asleep, so the past nights had been hard for me which meant almost no sleep at all. When I did sleep the memories that he had shared with me flashed though my dreams.

Ice skating, movies, walks in the winter, and so many more. Warm tears slid down my checks. Stop, he wouldn't want this, but I couldn't. Every night was the same. I would think of memory, know that it might be the last one, or that I may just have the memory, and I would cry myself to sleep only to be woken up by another nightmare.

That is exactly what happened. When I was awakened the nurses had just started their day. One walked into the room, "Morning Lily, another night here and we might as well get you a cot and start feeding you." She laughed as I got up and went to her side, "No thanks Patty, I haven't been hungry lately. How is he doing?"

She pulled out his chart and I looked over her shoulder, "Better, not much, but better. You need to eat something. I will go get some breakfast leftovers." I nodded and grabbed my writing supplies and comforted myself once again. I decided to reread what I had written from the beginning.