I woke up in the room that my parents cried for me to wake up in, as I reminisce my attempt to die. I remember that everything was just a diehard dream
The summer I got out of school, I fell into a deep coma that just awoken me now, rubbing my head, the only thing I could remember was his plump lips, and his special mole, right beneath his eye.
This summer taught me the admiration someone could feel for another, but it also tore me apart once we split, because we're in parallel universes, where one must not contact another. A pure accident.
It also taught me love at its worsts, and at its bests. Memories shall be cherished. My heart goes out to the ones I used to love.