~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~You were lying on the kitchen floor, shaking, breathing heavily.

Steve had come in, alcohol on his breath, swaying back and forth, not able to walk in a straight line.

“Steve, are you…” You start, but are cut off with a slap.

“Shut up, bitch.”

You sank to the floor in disbelief as he staggered into your bedroom.

And the tears ran down your face, and the hyperventilating began.

So here you were, lying on the kitchen floor.

My world went black.

I thought for sure I was dead.

But I heard myself breathing. I heard the voices of people around me. I heard the word “coma” repeatedly by the doctors and nurses. I heard Ponyboy and Two-Bit’s voice.

And then I heard her voice. (Y/N)’s voice. I heard her crying, talking to me. About the gang, her day, reading, whatever. Sometimes softly singing to herself.

One day I squeezed her hand, and she was laughing and crying all at the same time.

“I love you Johnny.” She whispered. “Just wake up.”

I tried so hard to answer her, but no words came out. I wanted to tell her I was ok, I would make it out of this, even though I would be paralyzed, I’d be fine. We’d be fine.

But all I can do now is squeeze her hand.

Seize upon that moment long ago
One breath away and there you will be
So young and carefree
Again you will see
That place in time...so gold

Steal away into that way back when
You thought that all would last forever
But like the weather
Nothing can ever...and be in time
Stay gold

But can it be
When we can see
So vividly
A memory
And yes you say
So must the day
Too, fade away
And leave a ray of sun
So gold

Life is but a twinkling of an eye
Yet filled with sorrow and compassion
though not imagined
All things that happen
Will age too old
Though gold