BALANCED LUCK

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Over the past three years, I've really come into my own. I've grown from the girl I was before the accident, more confident and sure of myself. After I woke up from my coma, I decided to pursue my dream of making music, and it's been an incredible journey. I've written and released several songs that have connected with my fans in a way I never thought possible. It's amazing to see how far I've come, both personally and professionally.

I've also been using my platform to talk about important issues that matter to me, like mental health and the environment. It's great to be able to use my music to spread positivity and raise awareness. Sometimes I can't believe this is all real, like a dream come true.

Looking back, I wouldn't change anything about the past three years. I've made some amazing friends, traveled to places I never thought I'd get to see, and experienced things that have shaped me into the person I am today. I'm excited to see what the future holds and where my music will take me next.

I woke up to find Beckett lying next to me, his chest rising and falling peacefully with each breath. His arm was thrown over my waist, his hand resting possessively on my hip.

I shifted a bit, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. It was a familiar feeling, one that always filled me with a sense of safety and comfort. I turned to look at his face, taking in the way his features were softened in sleep.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over us. I watched Beckett for a few moments, admiring his strong jawline, his messy hair, and the way his eyelashes fanned across his cheeks.

I couldn't help but admire his physical form, the sight of his strong back and shoulders was definitely a treat to wake up to. I reached out and lightly traced my fingers over the ink on his skin, following the lines and curves of the designs.

I felt a rush of affection for him at that moment, watching him sleep so peacefully and defenseless. It was a rare sight to see him so unguarded, and it only made me love him more.

I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, feeling the warmth and smoothness under my touch. I knew Beckett was a tough guy, someone who always had a wall up around him to protect himself. But seeing him like this, relaxed and vulnerable, was a reminder that even the strongest people had their softer moments.

Beckett and I had been dating for almost two and a half years now, and it had been nothing short of amazing. We'd been through so much together, from the highs of successes to the lows of personal struggles. We supported each other, pushed each other to be better, and couldn't imagine life without each other. It was a love that felt like a dream, but one that was very much real and grounded in our everyday lives.

Even though he'd given me so much love and support over the years, there was still a part of me that felt strangely empty inside. I felt guilty for feeling this way when Beckett had done nothing but show me kindness and devotion. I didn't understand why I felt this way, why I couldn't shake this feeling of something missing from my life.

Perhaps it was the lingering memory of the faceless boy I couldn't remember. Maybe deep down, there was still a part of me that was searching for him, even though I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. The thought of him made my heart ache, but at the same time, I felt an overwhelming sense of confusion and frustration at my own inability to recall him.

I had recovered most of my memories since waking up from my coma. I had remembered the good times with my mom, Atlas, and my dad and brother. I even remembered the bad times, the arguments and the difficult moments. But there was one thing that still eluded me, no matter how hard I tried to remember. That boy. The one whose name I couldn't recall, whose face I couldn't place. I had asked Atlas and Celeste about him, but they told me it was doctors' orders that they couldn't tell me anything from my past.

The memories before the accident were hazy and fragmented. I remembered leaving the boy's house one night and never going back, but the reason behind my decision eluded me. I remembered some details of the months in-between leaving him and the accident. I also remember driving to see my father and brother's grave, but how I ended up in the accident remained a mystery. The missing pieces of my past haunted me, leaving me with more questions than answers.

I had been through so much therapy and counseling, trying to unlock my memories or at least understand why some parts of my past seemed so elusive. But no matter how hard I tried, the memories refused to come back. It was like a wall inside my mind, keeping me from accessing a big part of my life.

Beckett's eyes slowly opened, and he murmured a sleepy "good morning, beautiful" as he looked at me. The sound of his voice was rough and raspy from sleep, but it still sent a shiver down my spine.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he took me in, his gaze warm and affectionate.

He lifted his hand and traced a lazy pattern on my back, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked flipping over to his back, his voice still groggy.

"Not long," I replied, shifting a bit so I could lay my head on his chest. His arm came up automatically to wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my ear, the warmth of his skin against mine. It was a familiar and comforting feeling, one that I never got tired of.

Beckett's hand continued to trace lazy patterns on my back as he said, "You have a big day today. Signing with that record label, right?"

I nodded against his chest, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement stirring inside me. It was a huge step in my career, and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious about the whole thing.

Beckett's hand moved up to my hair, gently running his fingers through the silky strands. "And when you get home later, we're going out to celebrate. I've rented out a table at 'TLF'," he said, his voice filled with excitement for me.

I snuggled closer to Beckett's chest, enjoying the feeling of his hand in my hair. I let out a sigh and said, "I don't have to get ready for another hour for the signing, so we can just stay like this for now."

I ran my hand up his chest, reveling in the feel of his warm and firm muscles. I felt his heart race under my touch, his breath hitching in his throat. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a coy smile. "Or maybe we could find something else to do to fill the time," I said, my voice a sultry whisper.

Before I can even finish my sentence, Beckett has already flipped on top of me, pinning me down with his weight. His eyes are darkened with desire as he looks down at me. "You don't have to tell me twice, baby," he growls, his voice thick with need.

As Beckett captures my lips in a heated kiss, my thoughts race with the excitement of the day ahead. Signing with a record label, celebrating with Beckett at 'TLF' — it's all so surreal. 

Today might be the best day of my life.