Alisander slides into the plush chair beside your bed, leaning over and placing a gentle kiss on your pale forehead.

You looked so beautiful. You had, even for the past six months, been stuck in a coma -- and still, you looked so perfect.

He had been able to take you back home three months ago, along with the necessary medical equipment. He was a part-time doctor and lawyer, so it was fine.

You were his best friend. You had been for years, and it hurt him to see you like this. He wished you would open your beautiful eyes...

He gently tucks a lock of soft hair behind your ear, and smiles.

He always came home and talked to you.