I ran as fast as I can.
Negatives are slowly storming into my mind.
I started to get weak.
"He'll never be alive."
"He left you."
"He doesn't love you anymore."
The voices started to get louder and louder from the back of my mind.
I slowed my pace down as I reached my destination.
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He looked at him laying down on the bed, peacefully, in his coma.
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