Edward's POV
Chapter Twenty: I See You
Baby, please make the fighting stop.
I can't handle it right now. Every time the screaming starts you hold my hand even harder, squeezing praying I'll squeeze back.
It's a simple switch - yet you hold no power over it.
While everyone around you thinks it's best to pull the plug, you're fighting to keep me. You hold your ground and try everything to convince them to not make the decision you fear.
I love you even more for it, but maybe you should let me go?
I'm trying to get through this, but I just can't. The damage is done.
They say people can hear when they're in this state. I've been a doctor for years now. I never actually believed it. But every word you've said I've listened, wishing I could reply to you.
How can you fight with parents who have already made up their mind? They have lost hope, while you are still clinging to it. I'm trying to cling to it too. So I can get back to you. I just hope you don't hate me if I can't.
While the machines beep to keep me here, for now, I am considering for a moment bringing it all to a halt.
It would be easier. You could all move on, you could start again rather than wait. No one knows how long this will last. It's already been two weeks, baby.
Just when I begin to convince myself I hear you again through the bickering and arguing that is so indistinguishable - my parents.
I hear you whisper in my ear.
"It's only you."
That's when I found fight I thought was gone.
When I look forward I see us.
I see you.