39.

Everyone else in the room were woefully ignorant of our painful, final exchange.

They couldn't understand just how broken I was feeling.

"Do you remember anything about your life before this accident?" A notepad appeared out of nowhere in the male doctor's hands, who looked at me expectantly.

"I-I don't know," I muttered shakily, "I don't know if the life I remember was real or not."

I felt as if someone had really dropped a mountain on me, except the pain was most in my heart. Oh, how it hurt, to realise that you never really existed.

The best day of my life never existed.

The love of my life never existed.

The happiest part of my life never existed.

But. . . I existed.

The doctors called it a. . . miracle.

They said that very few people could've survived everything I went through, and that most would've never woken up from the coma.

What they didn't know was that you were the reason I survived.

You helped me live, you helped me laugh, you helped me smile.

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