Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.
“Steve, are you…” te start, but are cut off with a slap.
“Shut up, bitch.”
te sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.
And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.
So here te were, lying on the cucina floor.
I thought for sure I was dead.
But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly da the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.
And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly Canto to herself.
One giorno I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.
“I Amore te Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”
I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.
But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.
Seize upon that moment long fa
One breath away and there te will be
So young and carefree
Again te will see
That place in time...so oro
Steal away into that way back when
te thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay oro
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes te say
So must the giorno
Too, fade away
And leave a raggio, ray of sun
So oro
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold
One breath away and there te will be
So young and carefree
Again te will see
That place in time...so oro
Steal away into that way back when
te thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay oro
But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes te say
So must the giorno
Too, fade away
And leave a raggio, ray of sun
So oro
Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold