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I feel his hand twitching in mine which makes me jolt up from my nap. He's moving, he's waking up. Finally. He stirs a little, his hand squeezing mine. Eyes fluttering, hand clasping mine, he tilts his head until his sparkly eyes meet mine. And in that moment I realise, that i'm home. And everything is going to be fine. We are going to be fine.
"Ali?" he whispers, his voice hoarse and throat dry, "is that you?
" Yes." That's all I can say. My mind is processing his voice, "it's me."
Abruptly, he gets up from his bed, his hands on my face, tears streaming down his, "You're really here. Oh my god, it's you. It's really you."
Through my own tears, I nod. That's all I can do right now. I've lost control over my senses.
He pulls me to him, hugging me like our lives depend on it. And that's when our story begins.
The story of Oscar and Alisha.
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The Epilogues will be up in a few hours! Thank you for sticking around with me! Alisha and Oscar's story is incomplete without y'all and i'm so grateful for all the love and support you've given me and these too! <3
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Nouvelles[ short story ] Alisha Benedict wakes up in a hospital room, after being in a coma for six months with no idea about who she is. There, right next to her, lies a diary addressed to her, with handwritten letters - for her. The doctors claim that they...
