Comatose

“Alex?” She spoke softly. Without knowing why, she stroked his hair.

A burning fire seemed to emanate from within the eyes that were lifeless a few moments prior. Alex Kramer was speaking to her; she could feel it. She was so overwhelmed by the force of his spirit that she almost turned away. However, she could not, because she sensed his need. So she leaned in, putting her ear to his lips.

“What is it, Alex? Tell me.”

Emma. A breath of air caressed her ears. Did she hear it, or just sense it?

“I’m here, Alex.”

Help me.

She gazed at him, searching his face, and their eyes met again in mutual recognition of something deep beneath the surface. Somehow, she knew him in this moment. The sadness, the hunger, the longing, and the despair ricocheted through her in waves of anguished revelation. Alex Kramer was speaking to her, but not with words. Emma stroked his hair, his cheek, and then very gently took his hand.

“Alex. I want to make this right. Tell me how to make this right.” Desperation filled her. What a stupid thing to say. This could not be made right.