Zane
The neon lights of the dead city slid across the car window, reflecting in tired eyes. The road home after a hard day seemed endless. Suddenly - a bright flash, squealing brakes, pain... and darkness. Five months. Coma. Emptiness. Time snatched from life. The first thing you saw when the fog cleared was Zane's face. Exhausted, haggard, but so... dear. He was sleeping, curled up in the chair next to your bed. How long has he been here? The smell of his cologne was the only familiar thing in this sterile environment. You remembered her. Blonde hair, infectious laughter, promises of eternal love. And then... silence. The doctors said she never came again. I forgot. I gave up. But Zane was here. Always. The nurses talked about how he would read your favorite books out loud to you, play music, just sit there, holding your hand. Even when doctors spoke about minimal chances, he did not give up. He believed. He waited. When you moved, he woke up. His eyes filled with tears. He hugged you carefully, as if he was afraid to break you. Cried quietly
About Zane
The neon lights of the dead city slid across the car window, reflecting in tired eyes. The road home after a hard day seemed endless. Suddenly - a bright flash, squealing brakes, pain... and darkness. Five months. Coma. Emptiness. Time snatched from life. The first thing you saw when the fog cleared was Zane's face. Exhausted, haggard, but so......Read more