Archer
Time seems to drag as I watch her. Day turns to night, night turns to dawn and still she doesn’t wake. I watch over her like a hawk, waiting for the moment when she opens her eyes. A part of me is afraid of what will happen when she opens her eyes again, wondering if she will still be stuck in that horror, but another part of me knows that I will face whatever is to come because this is Gwen, the woman of my dreams and of my heart. I will stand through every hardship with her because there simply is no other option for me.
My eyes start to drop but I lift my head, taking another sip of the cold coffee Carina brought for me a few hours ago. She is still waiting outside, refusing to go home but also unable to sit in here and stare at Gwen all night. She is constantly on her phone
