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I chuckle a bit at the statement, thinking it's her trying to play one of her mischievous pranks on me.

I brush the hair from her face, smiling just as warmly at her as she does to me, as we lay curled together in beautiful bliss on our own bed. Her company always filling my heart with the joy I never thought I could achieve in life.

"Whatever could you mean, my darling?"

I reply to her as her smile slowly fades into a small frown of sadness. Her quietly whispering;

"You have to wake up now. Please, my love. Wake up for me."

Her last words echoing in my mind. Seeming to drone on endlessly. The waves of warmth and bliss I once felt being replaced with a cold bitter chill. It seemed to bite at my very bones.

I couldn't stop shaking as I watched her vanish before my eyes and my perception of reality began to warp. No longer in my bed, instead standing waist-deep in a pool of dark water.

Unable to see through it's murky depths.

Unable to see any end or beginning to it's unnaturally still surface.

The only waves are made as I struggle to try and wade my way through the waters. Calling out for my lover with each step. My only concern being what happened to her.

My voice struggles to come out. It hurts to even breathe. It feels like I'm drowning.

That's when I realize the water is all around me. It's no longer just at my waist.

I scream in horror, yet no sound is released. It's so silent that it is deafening.

Am I dying?

Am I...already dead?

I try to cry out for my love one last time. The pain feeling as though it's shaking my very existence to it's core.

It stops.

Everything just...stops.

I'm back, standing only ankle-deep in the pool, yet the water is illuminated by a bright light. The light of the full moon.

The water seems so much clearer. So beautiful as it reminds me of the times I spent with her.

Our first kiss on the beach under the full moon.

Our memories we created side-by-side.

Our future plans we had made with one another.

We had so many dreams for the future. Each one grander than the next. The one consistency to them all being;

That we would do them together. Always.

Suddenly she stood before me in a wispy gown, it's length slowly wading a trail behind her in the waters.

I breathe a sigh of relief. The air feels so soothing to my lungs, almost as much as her vision of loveliness is to my soul.

Her touch is so warm. It pulls all of the chill from my body as she embraces me ever so lovingly.

She stares deep into my eyes as she says to me in a comforting tone;

"It's time to wake up. I love you more than you will ever know and that is why I can't let you stay here."

I see tears stream down her face as she forces a pained smile. Her voice shaking with each word as she continues;

"You have to let me go. You have to move on. You have to live for us both. I want you to love and live life to the fullest. I can't bear to see you get swallowed in despair."

I feel the tears streaming down my own face, choking back the sobs I want so badly to let free.

"I will always love you. Please don't ever think I don't."

I managed to choke out the words my heart never could allow me to say. The words that I hoped I never would have to say.

"Oh, my sweet love...I know that you love me. I will always love you too. Never forget that our memories will always be with you."

She says with a slightly happier smile from her tear-streaked cheeks. She leans in and kisses me ever so softly on the lips.

The last vision I have of her I will ever see.

The last feeling of her I will ever feel.

I awake from my coma knowing already that I was the only survivor from our tragic wreck into the waters.

Before I can descend into the agony of pain that this horrible reality has brought upon me;

I remember her presence. Still being able to feel it.

She's still with me in my heart and my memories.

I sob for the first time, not of grief, but of knowing that I truly had experienced what love is.

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Submitted by SloppyMctasty on Mon, Dec 05, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/

The prompt

You've been talking with your partner for hours now, bouncing from one subject to the next. The subject of being in a coma comes up, and they go quiet. When pressed, they quietly say "I know you're happy now, but it's time to wake up, my love."