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Flashback: I tried to say his name but another cough rocked my body and soon everything was gone and it was only me and the eternal darkness.

EPOV:

"Calleigh please. I need you don't die." I sobbed while she slowly stopped breathing.

Soon a doctor and a team of nurses rushed in and made me leave. I cried and stayed by her side after they incubated her. They said they couldn't see what had happened, that it made no sense.

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Soon a year and a half had passed and Calleigh still hadn't woken up. Everyone had gotten used to it, everyone but me. I hadn't left her side except for the times Horatio made me, so in that year I had left her side once about every three weeks, and then it was just to run home and shower.

There's a book that I found that Calleigh had been writing in. It told about everything we did for specific days, a diary I guess is what it is. I keep it with so I can remember what her beautiful script looks like.

The doctors say that it's impossible to know when she'll wake up because they don't know what made her sick. It's as if time has frozen around me, because now the center of my life is sleeping constantly here at the hospital.

Today is an exact week before her birthday, so I opened the book to read what she had written, because I miss her it makes it feel like she's still here smiling that dazzling smile, glowing, and blushing every time her southern drawal strings out.

The first entry was from my birthday two years ago:

Dear Diary,

Today is Eric's birthday, I got him this amazing thing that I hope reminds him of me. I'm so glad that it was windy yesterday. See Clavo had escaped from prison and I was so worried because Eric and Horatio were the main people to put him in jail and split up his family. I thought Clavo might go after Eric even though I wouldn't tell him that. But then Clavo tried to shoot him in the head and if there hadn't been any wind, like the weather channel said, then Eric would be in the hospital, or worse, dead. When I heard that there had been an officer involved shooting and that a cop was down I thought the worse. I raced over to the hospital when Horatio told me it wasn't good and that it was Eric. I thought he was dead, and I was crying frantically when I asked for his room number. The nurse said he was in surgery and would be for a while. I st in the waiting room, crying, and when the nurse told me he was out of surgery and told me his room number I ran. I went in an dthere he was fixing to walk out of the room perfectly fine. I ran into his arms and cried i relief as he told me everyting that had happened. I love him sooooooooooooo much and I hope he likes his gift. Well anyway it's a blue picture frame with a picture of us on the beach with the sunsetting into the ocean in the background. It's from our vacation when we went to Australia. We swam like the entire trip because I love swimming in the ocean or in a pool. Eric doesn't like swimming as much but he said he didn't care what we did as long as we were together. I loved that trip because I did my favorite thing in the world: swim, with my favorte person: Eric.

Love,

Calleigh.

I hope you like it and please don't kill me. You know what to do R&R!