[ WP ] Everybody has one soulmate that they are destined to end up with and you know who it is the moment you see them . A doctor has just found his . Only problem is that she is in a coma and they have no clue when she will wake up .

I remember the first time I saw her. 
 
 She was beautiful and I knew, I just knew we were meant to be. 
 
 Abigail. 
 
 Abby. 
 
 She was my desert rose, perfection in a sea of desolation. 
 
 Some people may have thought it strange, such a strong bond so quickly. I did n't even know her. 
 
 Not that it mattered. 
 
 My entire career was ahead of me but I made a choice. I would wait for her. 
 
 She did n't have to tell me, I just knew that she loved reading. She was the type for it. 
 
 Every night we read a book together, starting with Don Quixote. 
 
 Why Don Quixote? 
 
 I'm not entirely sure, that's just where it began. 
 
 Every night we read together, needing nothing more to sustain that bond between us. There was no need for movies, even when friends came to call. There were no nights out drinking or partying, as hard as others tried to make it happen. 
 
 Our life was reading. 
 
 The years flowed into each other as they are wont to do. Time passes, there is no stopping that mighty river. 
 
 One became two, became five, became ten, became twenty. 
 
 My hair thinned and hers filled with grey. The wrinkles became deep, then deeper, and soon the shaking in my hands meant I was to give up my work. 
 
 Even so, every night we would read together. Being with her calmed the shaking. 
 
 There was nothing I needed in this world but her. 
 
 Almost sixty years had passed, like a dream, when I held her hand. 
 
 She was frail now, the youthful vigour long left those limbs of hers. The grey had overtaken her brown hair, the lines deeper than ever. 
 
 Sixty years gone. 
 
 I held her hand in mine and read from an old and worn copy of Don Quixote. 
 
 With a stolen glance I saw her eyes had fluttered open. She squeezed my hand and smiled at me. 
 
 The most beautiful vision I had ever seen, surely I was hallucinating. 
 
 `` Thank you,'' she said, quietly and weakly. 
 
 She closed her eyes again. 
 
 In a moment, she was gone. 
 
 Time takes all. 
 
 Even the desert rose.
