Finding Solace In Your Arms

Chapter 1 : Bittersweet Bites

Angels POV

The sound of 'the cure' reverberates through my phone, signalling the start of another day. In the aftermath of my accident, I've come to appreciate the uncertain beauty of life. Yes, an accident— eight months ago, I found myself in a fatal collision, facing seemingly insurmountable odds of survival. Yet, survive I did, thanks to the unwavering dedication of my brother, whom I endearingly call Dr. Swagger, Andrew.

Waking up from the aftermath, I discovered a blank slate where memories once resided. I couldn't recognize my brother, my father, my mother—no one. The reset button had been pressed, and I embarked on a journey of rediscovery, navigating a world that felt both familiar and foreign.

Flashback

I struggled to open my eyes, the effort a testament to the exhaustion that weighed heavily on me. Soft sobs echoed, creating a comforting symphony in the background. I felt a gentle warmth on my hand, a silent reassurance that I was now protected and safe. Summoning all my strength, I gradually opened my eyes again, this time more slowly to adjust to the light.

As my vision cleared, I found myself in a spacious, white room. A large window replaced one of the walls, offering a view of the adjacent building. The television faced the bed, surrounded by little shelves adorned with frames and vases of delicate flowers. The room boasted a polished hardwood floor, and I realized I lay on a single bed with limited space behind me.

Turning my gaze to the side, I noticed a small table adorned with fruits, chocolates, and water. The dryness in my throat begged for a sip of water, prompting me to attempt sitting up. However, the gentle sobs reached my ears once more, diverting my attention.

Glancing toward the source of the sounds, I saw a beautiful woman, her tear-streaked face portraying a unique kind of beauty. Her eyes were tightly shut, as she attempted to sob silently. Embracing her was a handsome man, whose closed eyes hinted at the silent turmoil within. A lone tear escaped his eye.

In the midst of this emotional tableau, I looked down at my hand, realizing that it was enveloped by the enormous hand of the man. His touch provided an overwhelming sense of warmth and protection. Despite the uncertainty of my surroundings, I felt an unexpected surge of safety and happiness, emotions that seemed to have eluded me for an eternity.

As the lady's eyes fluttered open, she locked eyes with me, and her face lit up with surprise and joy. Her excited voice called out to the man beside her, "Rion, shes awake. Our Eva is awake. Our angel." Her soft hand gently touched my head as she whispered something, the words lost in the whirlwind of emotions. Meanwhile, Rion, overcome with relief, opened his eyes, a bright smile cutting through the tears that now flowed freely. "Welcome back, little angel," he said, his voice echoing with genuine happiness. Their elation seemed boundless, as if they had won a million-dollar lottery.

Assisting me to sit up, Rion poured water into a glass and offered it to me. I couldn't help but be swept up in their contagious joy. However, this exhilaration was short-lived as a sudden realization gripped me—I had no recollection of these people. Panic flickered in my eyes as I searched for a familiar face in the room.

A girl sat on a brown lounge chair; her gaze fixed on me with an enigmatic expression. Three men, clad in white, stood near the television shelves, their attention now solely focused on me. None of these faces stirred any recognition. Like a bucket of cold water, the realization struck that not only did I not know anyone in the room, but the most disconcerting revelation of all—I did not know my own name.

Naturally, panic seized me as I grappled with the terrifying realization—I didn't recognize myself, the people surrounding me, or comprehend the reason for my presence in this unfamiliar place. A chaotic whirlwind of thoughts cascaded through my mind, leaving me in a state of utter bewilderment. As my shivering escalated, Steffany, the concerned woman, urgently called out for Andrew, whose steps echoed his urgency as he rushed to my side.