(Gonna continue this, this is going to give me closure of ending one all together.)
>Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
>....
>Olivia's eyes opened to a sound of an heart rate monitor going off at a steady quiet pace .
>Her vision was blurry at first, but soon it all came to vision after a while.
>She thought she was in her bedroom sleeping, thinking it was all a nightmare.
>But soon the memories settled in like a rapid-fire way.
>The Gala.
>Ben, Mia, Liz.
>Damien...
>...
>The Stairs.
>Olivia then suddenly moves up in her hospital bed after she soon snaps out of thought
>She looked around, trying to see if anything nor anyone was here.
>To only find out that her phone wasn't there, nor nobody was in the room but her.
>Even her pet rat was gone. (Damn.)
>At first she cursed under her breath until glancing onto the wall where she saw a calendar that had a photo of a flower in a vase.
>Then it made her go silent. Her eyes blinking at the sight of it.
>....
>It's been nearly three years since her fall at the Gala. She was in a coma, for nearly three years.
>To her, it felt like a few seconds to nearly a minute. She didn't feel a thing at all.
>Then she suddenly thought about one person that came into her mind, amidst of everything.
>...Inco..
>So much time has passed in that period of time.
>She couldn't even know if Damien or Liz got married or if Vinny took over her room after she snapped at him for his (shitty) macaroni art. (That fucker.)
>She also didn't knew what would happen to Inco after the events nor if he even graduated with all of the grief she could had added onto him.
>But looking at her bedstand next to her, she found a small diary-like book sitting there with a pen laying on top of it.
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