My wife came home to find me crying on our bedroom floor. She asked. Oh god, so many questions. I couldn't answer them. I couldn't speak.
The phone rang, and she hurried over to get it. It was Niall, again.
She called me over. She looked relieved, yet pained. She said:
"Your friend. They saved him."
And I ran. Out. I frantically dialed Liam's number a thousand times, it seemed, before he picked up.
Once I knew where you were, I drove, as in a daze, and I don't remember anything between the moment I left my family behind and when I met again with those I used to call so.
They were all in the waiting room, except Zayn, of course. I hadn't found the strength to face them again since I'd fled, but at that moment, I had no fear.
The wait to see you was lethal. You were in a coma, darling. They didn't know if you'd wake up.
We were helpless.
My mind burnt down quietly.Your survival was lethal, my love.
YOU ARE READING
Tell me why I love you (Boyxboy).
Teen FictionI built a life on the ruins you left me. A brand new castle on top of my grief. I earned again something close to happiness. I got health and wealth. So tell me why I love you.
