Vigil of Memories

“…Juliette… can you wake up now?” I asked, several hours later.

The sun had set and risen again, but I still remained at her bedside.

My head was feeling woozy, having not slept at all, and I was beginning to think that maybe this was it.

…Maybe she really wouldn’t wake up.

But as I tried to fight off sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled and pushed her