Calypso

Some people say a coma is a deep sleep; no dreams, only emptiness.

Others say a coma is a dream; a long, long dream.

A lonely dream.

Then there are those few who've experienced something beautiful during a coma, something precious, something filled with warmth. A stay so lovely they didn't want to ever leave.

Something truly horrifying.

Is it possible to fall in love with a creature you have to leave eventually, a girl who was your sole companion? Of course it is. Human beings get attached, after all. And if you get attached, you never want to leave it.

Some people never leave. They choose to stay there forever, content with living with the beautiful thing that saved them. She had saved them, hadn't she? It really depends on who you ask.

Those few have experienced something no one should have to experience.

She is as perfect as she is flawed.

She is as much an angel as she is a devil.

She can be your best friend, or your worst enemy.

She is as gentle as she is cruel.

She is Calypso.

Calypso is the one who decides if you live or die. She is the sole thing that balances your life. As long as you are in her hands, you will always be her puppet, her marionette.

Of course, you can always stay with her.

Forever.

After all, Calypso gets attached easily.