Wake up

"Wake up. I miss you. Wake up. I need you. Wake up. I love you."
Those were the first words she told him every day. Yet, she knew he wouldn't wake up.
He had been lying on the bed of the hospital for two years then, and the doctors had given up hope. Yet, she needed to say those words, like a mantra, waiting for him to wake up one day, telling her that it all had been a bad dream, comforting her in his arms, making her laugh again. But it was no bad dream, it was real life. And all that she had left was telling him that she needed him, that sje missed him, that she loved him. Knowing that there was no way she could move on while he was still breathing. Knowing that, even if he could not hear her, he needed her.
"Wake up." She wispered once again, her tears rolling down her face and landing on the pillow. "Wake up."
Yet, he lay there irresponsive, his dark eyes closed, connected to all those machines that were making sure that he was still alive. All that noise and that beeping that had become one with him, as once his voice was.
"I love you." She said kissing him. "I miss you."
And she left the room, knowing he would never ever wake up again, but not wanting to accept it.