You can't love someone back to life. The only thing you can do is waiting and caring for her and praying that she herself will choose life.

He plunges his eyes into mine and at first I am surprised by the intensity of his gaze. "So tell me, what is it that you are most afraid of?"
"Uh... eh..." I lower my eyes to escape his that seem to seek for my soul. "I don't know, maybe..." I look up again and find him still looking at me. His eyes have adopted a new glimmer, one I can hardly define. "I guess I'm afraid of being forgotten."
I had expected him to pick up his pen again and scribble it down in his notebook. But he does not take his eyes off of me, and slowly I start to feel uncomfortable. Is there something wrong with me?
"And why's that?" His sudden question takes me a little by surprise and I frown.
"I don't know... I seem to be... kind of predestined. I'm a person that's... easy to forget."
He raises his eyebrows and his eyes lose their radiant shimmer as he gets more serious. "I don't believe you." He takes his time to find the right words. "You are... a beautiful, fascinating person. I can't imagine anyone ever forgetting you."
I lift my eyes again and meet his hopeful gaze. He takes my hand in his. "I know that I'll never forget you."
A lightning shoots through me and I shiver. He holds me gently but tight and a nice warmth starts to spread throughout my whole body as he begins to caress my hand with his thumb. He watches me closely before he gets up.

Well I always wanted to write a story in english. I just found this again. I don't know anymore what my intention was in writing this, so I'll leave it that incomplete. But... Well, I think anyone has enough fantasies to finish what I started.