"Mommy?" I whisper when my mom appears a few steps away, looking exactly like she did before she got sick.
"Hi, Clara, darling," mommy smiles, taking a step toward me. I smile and close the distance between us, opening my arms for a hug. When I reach her, my arms pass right through her like she's nothing. I jerk back in surprise and my heart sinks.
"Mommy?" I ask. "Why can't I touch you?"
"You're not dead, sweetheart. You can't die," mommy explains. "Well, you can die, but you can't. You have a life on Earth with Harry and now that Jace is out of the way, you can stay together. Right now you're in between two lives. The life After and the life Before. You need to go back to the Before."
"But how?" I croak. "I don't want to leave you."
"It'll take a long time, but we'll work at it, sweetheart. I promise," mommy promises me. I nod.
It's been three days and she hasn't shown any sign that she's even alive except the steady beeping of that fucking monitor. I swear sometimes I want to break it. I know she's alive! I want to scream at it. I just need her to fucking wake up! I pinch the bridge of my nose. The concert's tonight. I don't know what to do. I haven't left Clara's side for even a second for the past three days. The boys have even been bringing me food because I won't leave. The nurses aren't too irritated, though. They understand. My eyes burn from crying. So I have two options: I can either leave Clara to go to the concert, or I can stay with Clara and let the show go on without me. Clara is the most important person in the world to me. But she won't be waking up for a while, as much as I hate to admit it, and there are so many fans who would be let down if I weren't there tonight.
"What do you think I should do?" I ask my girlfriend's sleeping body. She doesn't move, so I make up my mind. I'll go.
"Have you made up your mind yet, Harry?" Niall asks me.
"Yeah, mate. I'll go. How's Juliet?" I ask.
"She's good," Niall smiles at the sound of her name.
"I'm glad, mate. She's a really great person," I strain a smile. I look back at Clara, my chest tightening. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Stop being such a whimp, Harry. Haven't you cried enough in the past three days?
"Yeah, she is. I'm really sorry about Clara, mate. She'll wake up soon," Niall promises. I hope so. God do I hope so. She'll be fine, I assure myself. I know she will. She made me a promise. Forever and Always. And that's a promise I have to believe she will keep.
The only person who is as broken up about Clara's coma state, maybe even more upset, is Tyler. She has barely said a word since she saw Clara and she hasn't even gone to see her. She's been sitting and lying in our bed. She barely accepts any food and she only drinks enough water each day to keep from getting dehydrated.
"Tyler?" I say hesitantly when I enter the room. She doesn't even look up, but I know she can hear me. "Tyler, you can't be like this forever. She'll get better, eventually. She's not dead, Tyler. You know she's not. So I need you to get out of bed and come outside with me. You've been here for too long. Come on."
"No," she croaks almost inaudibly. "What if she doesn't wake up?" That's the most she's said in the past three days. It's progress, I guess...
"Then we'll cross that bridge if we get there. But right now, at this moment, she's still alive. And I know for sure that she wouldn't want you to be sitting in bed all day, thinking about all the horrible things that could happen," I tell my girlfriend, sitting on the edge of our bed. "Come on, love. Let's go out somewhere. I have a quiet café that we can go to and just sit and drink tea or coffee and talk."
YOU ARE READING
How would you feel if your whole world was ripped from under you, leaving you free falling? Wouldn't you want someone to catch you? When Clara Higgens's mom dies from an unknown disease, Clara has no where to turn, except to her new and unexpected f...