So open your eyes, and see the way our horizons meet.

I sit next to the hospital bed, watching his sleeping form. He sleeps so peacefully, like nothing is wrong outside of it. But everything is wrong.

My best friend has been comatose for days now, but it feels like it's been months. Years, maybe. Probably because I've been sitting here doing nothing but waiting for him to wake up since he was admitted into the hospital.

It was a car crash. A family vacation I invited him to come on, since Sora is basically family to me. Of course he agreed, he always agrees.

He always agrees, always does what's right, what's best for everyone else.

So why isn't he waking up? Why isn't he waking up, it's what's best for me. It's what's best for everyone in his life, in my life - it's best for this entire town! Everyone knows him, everyone loves him, and to lose him would be like…. Losing the sun. Losing anything that was ever important.

He doesn't deserve this. Doesn't deserve to be lying in this god damn bed, hurt, comatose. He doesn't deserve to have doctors talking about taking him off life support and letting him go. He deserves to be up and bouncing off the walls like he usually is, while I act like he's annoying me but really he's making my entire life better, brighter – making me happier.

I swear if he dies, I will lose it.

I want to say that to him. I want to say a lot of things to him. Science says comatose patients can hear what people are saying, so he should hear me when I tell him to wake up, right? But I can't force these words out. I can open my mouth and let out a breath of air, but that's it. I wonder if he knows how much I'm struggling to say something to him. Maybe he doesn't even know I'm here. Maybe all of that science crap is wrong and he wouldn't even know if I was talking to him.

I hate this. I hate that he's here because I had to ask him to come. I hate him. Sometimes I think that and I think that I hate him and I have to stop myself because there's no way I could ever hate Sora. There's no way I could ever truly hate him, because I love him too much to feel any other way. He's like my brother. He's always been there, always been right next to me with that stupid grin and loud laugh, making everything better and brighter even when there seems like there's no way it could ever get better.

I love him. And he loves me, and he's not allowed to die.

"Sora, I swear - if you die …" It starts as a threat, but now I can't even finish the sentence. I'm grabbing his hand like it's going to help, but I know it's not. "Sora, please… don't die." Somehow, I guess he heard me. I guess science is right, because soon he's squeezing my hand back - it's not much, but maybe that small movement will keep them from taking him from me too soon. There's still a chance, there's still hope.

I'm not going to lose my best friend.

This was a kind of really emotional thing I just wrote and I didn't even mean to. You know how sometimes you listen to a song and you're just really inspired to write something? I was listening to All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran, which got me thinking about the Fault In Our Stars, and I just …. Went with it, I guess.

Anyway, please leave a review or follow this little series of one shots here, or you know whatever you want to do. I love you all! 3

Also, shoutout to the guest who let me know something was wrong with chapter six, I didn't even notice! But it's all fixed now :)