I felt him next to me.

We weren’t touching, but I felt the warmth and comfort from his body. We were so.. distant. My vision was a blur. Not only that, but my mind. My thoughts. What was happening? I could hear nothing but the sound of muffled voices. A few words escaped their conversation. Concussion. Stitches. Hurt. 

In the distance, I heard sirens. I just lay there on the cold, concrete ground, unaware— or surprisingly unaware of what was happening. Immediately, I felt myself being lifted off the ground and onto a.. what was this, a stretcher?
He was no longer next to me. I wanted to be next to him, and no where else. I tried turning my head in the direction where he was, but a pain began to build up in my neck, so I turned back slowly. Suddenly I no longer heard sirens. I felt safe.. like, it was right to just close my eyes. It was a bumpy ride.

I woke up in a dark but slightly visible room. God, my head hurt. Really bad. I turned to look around. A table to my left, a clock on it. 1:34 AM. Holy shit, it’s late. A long, purple curtain surrounding the bed I was laying in. Two chairs; for visitors I believe.
But one was occupied. He was sitting there, head lying in his hands, his hands on his knees. He was.. he was crying. He and everyone else knew that me seeing a loved one cry was what hurt me the most. “Hey.. Alec, stop crying. Please. I’m fine, see?”

He looked up, his eyes blood-shot red. “Why would you do this to me? Do you know what would’ve happened to me if I lost you? God, I don’t. I mean, shit, we’re not together anymore, but that doesn’t mean anything right now. I still love you. And I regretted the moment I let you go.”

I felt my heart breaking, but no tears came. Yet. “Alec..”

“Hear me out, okay?” He stood up and walked over to the right edge of my bed. He took my hand into his and closed his eyes. Brace yourself, I thought to myself.

“I love you. I always have, I always will. I could never go a day without thinking about you. At times, I think that I’m finally over you, and I go to bed, feeling happy inside, which is a sick thing to say. But then I.. I have dreams, Bell. Dreams of the memories we shared since day one. The day I asked you to be mine, the time I took you out in the boat at the lake just like in The Notebook, the time we went to that Jewelry place and told the man that we were getting married tomorrow, and we needed a ring.” He began to laugh, a soft, genuine one. 
I smiled, and I felt that it was only right to finish for him. “And he looked at us like we were crazy, marrying at nineteen.”

And then he was serious. He opened his eyes and caught mine, and locked them there. “Tonight.. when your mom called and told me about what had happened to you on the way home from Tina’s house.. my heart broke. Really. I mean, what if I lost you tonight? What if I never got the chance to tell you what I told you tonight? That would have murdered me.”
He started to cry again. My heart broke a second time. “Hey Alec. Come on, now. If I didn’t feel the same way, don’t you think I would’ve kicked you out of the room by now?” I let out a giggle. “Don’t cry. I love you, too. I really do love you.”