Hello guyssss this is my last chapter... :''( it's from Liam's POV :) Sorry about its shortness, but I hope you like it anyway. Hope you loved reading!x I've been watching her eyelids flicker, waiting for a moment that I have been told wasn't coming. Her lids stopped moving, and the familiar beep continued steadily. It had been almost two weeks after Ramona got hit by a bus and entered a coma. The doctors said that she had hit her head of the road, shaking the brain inside her skull and causing severe brain damage, meaning she was not likely to wake up, or if she did, that walking and talking would be majorly affected. Cole had disappeared, and although I gave a statement, they didn't say how likely it was for him to be found. Everyone from the dumping ground had come to see her. The little kids like Harry don't really understand what has happened to her, and Frank and Sapphire don't want to sit with her all the time. I can't help feeling it's all my fault. If I hadn't run away instead of going to Burnywood, maybe Ramona would be beside me back at the dumping ground. We'd be laughing, and talking, and kissing. God, I miss her kisses. The way she talked, and how her hair flicked out the way at her shoulders. All the little things she said, and how she laughed, and when she pretended to sing and play air-guitar. If she doesn't wake up, I don't know what I'll do. I wouldn't kill myself. I'm strong, and she would be pissed off at me if I did that. I could even imagine what she'd say: "O'Donovan, you top class muppet, what the hell did you do that for?" A nurse came through and gave me a sympathetic smile. I don't want anyone's sympathy. Waste of their time, and mine. I don't want to leave her, and I've only got ten minutes till Gina picks me up. I thought maybe, like in a stupid fairytale, that I could kiss her and she'd wake up, like Snow White. I tried that, and she barely moved, just her chest rising and falling as she breathes. I just want to hold her again, feel her breath against my cheek and my hand in the small of her back, inhale her scent of vanilla and something soapy and homely. I don't care if no-one believes she'll wake up. I'll wait for her. Gina and Mike are here, and they're trying to get me to leave. I don't want to, they don't get it. Mike's trying to stop me from yelling, and Gina's making as much noise as I am. I wrench myself out of his grip, and bend over her, the beautiful girl I love, and kiss her, whispering to her and clutching onto the headboard. Mike tore me away, and I'm screaming her name, trying to stay in the room as long as I can. It happens every day, and every day I never want to leave. As Mike pulls me away, I turn round and look at her a last time. Suddenly, I hear something that is the only voice that might stop me screaming. "Liam?" Ramona sat up, looking at me, dazed and rubbing her eyes with one hand. "Liam?" The End.