Final Chance,Pt3 This never ending cycle of being awake for a minute, then being asleep for hours was really starting to annoy me. It continued for a week. Then gradually I managed to sit up, stand even. Everyday the man at my bedside appeared, then disappeared. One day he fell asleep on the leather reclining seat, giving me the oppourtunity to look at his face, taking in all the features. He looked about 17 years old, had olive skin, with a chiseled jawline and stubble all over. He had a light golden hair colour, which was perfect.(*note-hair like Zayn Malik, not part of story) As I reached to grab one of his firm, strong hands, his ice blue eyes fluttered open. "Your eyes.." I began "I remember them." At that point a smile had crept onto his face, he replied with his soft voice " what else, anything in this room?" he sounded hopeful, I couldn't let him down. Despite the fact I didn't remember him. That's when it hut me, "Your Jack! Your favourite pastime is ....soccer," he nodded in approval as I continued on " And your smile gives me butterflies, which I know in my heart it did before!" I stumbled before I knew what I was saying it was out there. I felt myself blushing. His husky yet soft voice broke the silence "Perfect, you haven't changed one bit," after saying this he leaned in for a kiss, and just as his lips met mine, giving me butterflies, a tall boy who looked about 17 stepped into the room without us knowing. His voice caused me and Jack to jump "Hazel...." in and instant I knew that was my name, that I was important to him, and he was important to me for sure.....