He's in a coma.

He is still . . . breathing.

But he's in a coma.

I don't understand why this is happening.

I don't even understand what I am feeling.

In my lap is Daniel's journal. I haven't begun to read the next entry yet. I just keep reading the first entry over and over, pretending Daniel is speaking to me face to face. His voice is like honey in my ears. I should have kissed him.

But if I had kissed him, it would hurt even more right now. Or would it?

I look down at the journal. What secret does this hold? I open the cover, passing my fingers over the first entry before turning the page. My cheeks grow warm and my heart flutters in my chest as I start to read. Daniel's voice fills my head, as though he is speaking directly to me as I read.