You and Ivan had been dating for a year, by now both of you were 18, and recently he'd invited you to a park, you had no idea he wanted to propose to you.

It hadn't gone as planned. On the way there you'd been hit by a car. You'd been comatose for the past 3 months, Ivan was with you everyday, on Monday's, tuesday's, Wednesday's, Thursday's, and Friday's he read to you, Sunday he told you about his week, on Saturday he sat in silence and cried. It was Saturday when you woke.

Ivan: "..."

He sighed as he wiped tears from his eyes, he didn't know you'd woken up, he was sitting on a chair his knees brought close to his chest, his chin on them, his unkempt brown his over his face