The doctors words echo in my mind. "She might not wake up."

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

I've always admired you. Did you know that? Maybe I even envied you. When you walked in the room, all eyes were on you. Your radiance shown through to all, and seemingly made even the saddest faces smile. There was no one who would deny your friendship. Everyone wanted to know you. Everyone wanted to be you. Including me.

Finally, you did befriend me. We became so close, and it was wonderful. I had never had a friend such as you. You were ideal. And as we came to a certain point in our friendship, I realized that even you had your weaknesses. It was wonderful to find out that someone as perfect as yourself had her own problems. But yours were limited, even though you continuously denied your perfection. You were always so modest. I knew, truly, that life was going very smoothly for you. Everyone knew your future was bright.

And then.

Then one day, you told me you had gotten into a fight with your parents. A treacherous one, you said. I tried to console you over the phone, but it wasn't working. I asked you to come over. You agreed.

You never did reach my house.

I got the phone call at 8:19 that night, I still remember that cursed time. It was from your parents. Your mother, actually. She was hysterical. "Julia's been in a car accident, a horrible one!" she moaned. My parents rushed me to the hospital. I sat in the ghoulish waiting room there for what seemed like an eternity. Your parents were also there, waiting in this room, which seemed like it was closing in on all of us. How agonizing it was.

Finally, a doctor came in.

"She might not wake up." That was the last thing I remember hearing that night. I woke up to tear-stained sheets the next morning. My parents explained to me that you were in a coma. And they didn't know if you would wake up.

Why you? Why such a beautiful, pure person? Why not me, who is indefinitely more suited for such a tragic occurrence? It makes no sense to me, and I fear it never will.

Please wake, Julia. I promise I'll sit by your side until you do. I'll keep this letter in a closed envelope, and when you awake from your rigid sleep, I'll read you this letter.

Until then, I wait.

Your Friend,