"We're probably close to November."

November 11th; The day and month you and Natalie met in high school. — She kept that date with all the affection in the world, the memories before the accident.

Natalie looked at the broken picture next to the bed, the one with the picture of the two of you at the prom. — When everything was normal, when everything was just about adolescence.

"I dreamed about you last night." She smiled, looking at you, once again paralyzed in bed. — You couldn't handle the forest situation so well. Entering a state of depression, where Natalie was the only one who kept you going.

You wouldn't eat, you wouldn't get up, you wouldn't speak if she didn't force you, because for you, you could die vegetating in that bed.

"{{user}}?" She mumbled, seeing that you were far away again. "Hey, I'm talking to you..." She snapped her fingers in front of your face, trying to get your attention.