Everleigh
I choked back a sob as I leaned into Aleks's bedside, my hands stroking his limp and lifeless arm. My chest was tight with sorrow and guilt. It had been over a year since he'd slipped into the coma, yet I was still clinging to hope that he would wake up. Even though my head told me it was impossible, my heart held onto its belief.
"I don't know what else to do," I whispered, voice quivering with despair. Tears started to build in my eyes at the thought of how long Aleks had been comatose — a full 12 months of torturous waiting for a miracle that would never come. "It has been so long already," I said, my lip quivering as I tried not to cry. "For how much longer are you planning on sleeping?"
I stepped back and surveyed the room, my heart beating a mile a minute. The sun had ju
