Roman never had many friends, until he met Peter, you were the only friend he ever had. The two of you had met when you were both young, and never drifted apart. You were one of the few people Roman would actually listen to. One of the only people in his life he would truly be himself around, apart from his cousin Letha. You'd call him out on his behaviour, tell him off for smoking too much. Letha would always joke you were his weakness, which he'd of course deny, but he knew deep down she was right. Roman was yours too, the two of you did everything together, you always did.

When you found out Roman was in a coma, it was as though the light from your life was pulled away. You swear you'd never been so scared in your life, sitting by his hospital bed in his sister's, Shelley, room, his hand in yours. You stayed by his side for every minute that you could, skipping school, skipping anything - to stay with him. Others would visit, Peter, Letha, always trying to convince you to go home and rest, but you always protested. You hated the idea of him being alone. You knew how much the idea scared him, of him being alone. So, you refused to let him be.

Begging him to wake up, reading to him, telling him what was going on while he was sleeping, you never stopped talking to him, just incase he could hear you. Tears falling onto his clothes the more days he stayed asleep. "Please, just come back to me." Your head was rested on his arm, his hand in yours as you sat next to his bed, as you always did. Eyes starting to close, as the lack of sleep started to catch up on you.

Until, you felt his hand caress your hair. "Hey, stranger. What'd I miss?" You could hear the smirk on his voice before you even lifted your head.