Voicemail sent on 7 May 2012 at 5:06 p.m.

".....You're never gonna wake up, are you?"

She was breaking me. With every word, she was slowly breaking me. It was the way she'd changed so drastically. She sounded like there was no hope anymore. Like she'd given up. I begged her silently to not give up.

"I'll take that as a no. You're already dead."

And I did die a little as soon as I heard those words.