Her stunning green eyes met my grey ones, and we exchanged unspoken words.

She smiled weakly at me, and I kissed her forehead again.

"Sing me my favourite song," she lightly whispered against the oxygen mask, and I immediately rushed out of the ICU to retrieve my guitar.

We were on our way back from a musical jam session with our other band members as we walked down the streets to our newly built home earlier when the accident took place.

I walked in, sat on the edge of her bed, and began lightly strumming the guitar.