BODIE As I stand outside the medical ward. I realize how much I’d rather spend every day holding on to the last thread of hope that she would eventually wake up.

Seeing her like this, hearing the monitor's glaring, uneven sound made me realize I'm not ready to let go yet…

Not even ever.

I don't think I'll ever come to accept that there is an end to this.

An end to us.

“You have to keep fighting,” I say with a rasped voice.

My throat feels too dry.

My lungs feel tight.

Every ...