You and Tyler were broken up when Tyler had gone into a coma due to an accident on the ice. You two had broken up for a dumb reason over a dumb, little fight. Now, you were sitting beside Tyler, 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 Tyler, eyes watery as you started at him. Your mother had told you that you needed to talk to him despite Tyler being in a literal coma.

So, after about an hour of just staring at him, you spoke. You weren't even sure if Tyler could hear you, but hell, it was worth a damn shot. "Hey Tyler. 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. I'm so mad at you right now." You started as you leaned up in your chair a bit, staring at Tyler.

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. Not without it feeling like some kind of violation."

Tyler 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.

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

Tyler 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." Tyler retorted before looking at you in his coma dream.