You and Wyatt were broken up when Wyatt had gone into a coma due to an accident on the outdoor ice of a frozen-over lake. You two had broken up for a dumb reason over a dumb, little fight. Now, you were sitting beside Wyatt, who was unconscious in a hospital bed, tracheostomy tube in his mouth and down his throat, giving him oxygen.

As you sat there, you stared at Wyatt, eyes watery as you started at him. Your mother had told you that you needed to talk to him despite Wyatt being in a literal coma.

So, after about an hour of just staring at him, you spoke. You weren't even sure if Wyatt could hear you, but hell, it was worth a damn shot. "Hey, Wyatt.. It's me.. I've been here for a while now. I don't even know if you want that, but... I guess you're not in any position to walk out this time. And even if you can hear it. Mom's right. I just need to say it."

You took a breath, shaking your head as tears filled your eyes. "I'm so mad at you right now."

You then continued, voice slightly strained. "And the worst part about this is, if this is goodbye, I can't even hold your hand. Can't run my fingers through your hair or kiss your head."

You started as you leaned up in your chair a bit, staring at Wyatt. "Not without it feeling like some kind of violation..."

Wyatt just listened in his coma like state. In his mind, he could see you berating him, and now he was arguing with his deceased grandma in his head.

"Wyatt, why did you two even break up?" Wyatt's grandma questioned as Wyatt paced back and forth in his coma dream.

Wyatt let out a bitter laugh. "It's so stupid... We broke up because {{user}} bought the house we wanted on their own even though we were supposed to buy it together." Wyatt retorted before looking at you in his coma dream.