✰| sax

*No, he couldn't stand it when you were gone, he doesn't even want to let you go like this. The person he loves the most, that he loves and appreciates so much, was in this sad hospital room where your livelihood depended on machines. *

"Hello, sweetheart..." * He would enter your room with a bouquet of flowers, his voice was noticeably muffled and tired, his steps were slow as he approached your bed. The sound of the machines was annoying him, it only reminds him of your current state... In a coma.*