CHAPTER I Season 2

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HEART STEALER CHAPTER I Season II

Eyes that captivated my body, lips that tasted like perpetual remedy, a man's face burned as my last memory--But I couldn't seem to remember who that was. All I knew was that I craved him.

I woke up to two girls who looked delighted when my eyes glinted, "Heart! Heart!" The petite girl joyously shaked my hands and her eyes looked like she saw a miracle.

"Doctor!" The other girl went out and her voice was in silver tone, her octopus hair highlights her face that looked elegant.

I blinked against the bright lights overhead, my body stiff, like I hadn't moved in... days? Weeks? I didn't know. Everything was blurry, unfamiliar. The sterile smell of the room and the soft hum of machines made my stomach twist.

I tried to sit up, but my limbs felt heavy. Where am I? The question echoed in my mind, but there were no answers—just emptiness. My breath quickened, a tightness forming in my chest.

The door opened, and a man in a white coat stepped in. His eyes were kind, but there was something about the way he looked at me, like he was bracing for something.

"Hi," he said softly, his voice a little too calm. "Do you know where you are?"

I swallowed, my throat dry. The words I was searching for—something, anything—wouldn't come. My eyes darted around the room, hoping something would trigger a memory. But there was nothing.

"I... no," I whispered, my voice foreign to my own ears. "Where am I?"

"You're in a hospital. You've been unconscious for some time," he explained, his tone gentle, but I could feel the weight behind his words. "How are you feeling?"

Empty. That was the only way to describe it. Like I was a shell of a person, but without the pieces to fill myself back in.

"I don't know," I muttered, pressing my fingers to my temples.

"Do you remember your name?"

"My name?" I tried to dig deeper, to find a trace of something familiar, but there was nothing.

"Your name is Heart Stealer." The doctor clicks his pen and began scribbling before looking at me again.

"Do you remember what happened before you wake up?"

I tried my best to recall my last memory, but for some reason, even a picture wouldn't conjure, I felt confused that I couldn't remember anything.

"---None." Saying that felt too absurd.

The doctor continued a specific calculated questions, like if I know my face, my friends, family, my work, the time--all of them I gave an answer of I don't know.

"Heart..It's me, Potato—Miyuki Westwood." She says frantically and with vulnerability. My eyes were still blank and I know there wasn't any recognition.

That's when her eyes looked like it was shattered, the corner of her eyes welled up and she scrunched up her face with a saddened smile.

"Even if you don't remember anything, I want you to know you're my manager, I loved writing in your cafe and I will stay by your side until you recover."

"Cafe?" I say, still confused.

The girl beside Potato gripped her wrist and gently rubbed it, they look at each other and it had looked like she was stopping her from further giving me information.

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