One

You're in a car with a beautiful boy and suddenly the exhaustion you feel isn't as heavy as his hand in yours. A different kind of heavy, a whisper of a promise, the acknowledgement of a tomorrow.

Because, you will see tomorrow. You both will. You're alive.

For the first time in your life, the stolen heart in your chest isn't rapidly beating against your ribcage in response to fear, but in response to hope. A hope the looks a lot like blue eyes and sounds a lot like a voice asking you to stay.

Or; What happened between the time it took to get from the hospital to Liam's driveway.