~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were lying on the cuisine floor, shaking, breathing heavily.

Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.

“Steve, are you…” toi start, but are cut off with a slap.

“Shut up, bitch.”

toi 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 toi were, lying on the cuisine floor.

My world went black.

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 par 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 chant to herself.

One jour I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.

“I l’amour toi 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 il y a
One breath away and there toi will be
So young and carefree
Again toi will see
That place in time...so or

Steal away into that way back when
toi thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay or

But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes toi say
So must the jour
Too, fade away
And leave a rayon, ray of sun
So or

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