I Hold Nothing Against You

The room felt suffocating as I sat next to Adrian’s bed. His breathing was steady now, a little less shallow than it had been before. The machines beeped loudly vo, nearly like they were lullabying him into some false sense of peace.

But I knew better. He wasn’t awake. And perhaps he wouldn’t be for a long time.

I had been sitting there for hours, just staring at him. My mind was a mess, and my feelings were worse. I had to talk to him. I need to. But there ...