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(Nearly two and a half years later.)
I don't remember how I ended up here. But here I was, sitting in an hospital, on the verge of tears, after getting an overseas call from San Diego to Seoul, claiming my mother and the rest of my family had been in an accident. Apparently, dad was drunk while he drove, but so was the driver of the other car. Both the cars took an equally painful impact.
They didn't know if my parents would make it. The airbags of the car failed. Mom had a 6 inch long scar on the side of her head, a dislocated shoulder, and broken ribs. They said she would be paralysed from the waist down when she woke up. If she woke up.
Dad had it worse. He broke his left arm, his right shoulder got dislocated, a possible concussion due to hitting his head on the steering wheel. They found traces of drugs in the blood. His left leg lost circulation due to being crushed by the weight of the car. My sibling were fine, each with a cut on their leg and a small concussion.
I began thinking the worst.
What if they never woke up?
What if they died?
What if they forgot who their children were, who they were?
My mind was one, big mess. And then, I saw her. Walking down the same hospital hallway, stopping a room before my parents, her gestures frantic and her eyes wide; I thought she was going to faint by the way she swayed from one side to the other. Her eyes glanced around the hospital and her hands formed into a fist, her knuckles turning white. She glanced around before her eyes landed on me and filled with recognition as we made a spilt second eye contact, before I turned away, pretending I didn't recognise her.
"Is it fun?" her voice spoke from beside me, and only then had I noticed that she was leaning against the white tiled walls of the hospital. She was holding latest seven medical files in her hand, and her eyes were red; as if she had been crying.
"What is?" I answer back, my voice heavy from the lack of sleep.
"Pretending. Pretending you've moved on, Pretending I don't exist, Pretending I didn't call you two years ago, Pretending you don't miss me, pretending you don't love me anymore?"
I scoffed at the last part, "Just because I gave you some attention and had minor infatuation with the thought of you, doesn't mean I was in love with you, Amyra."
"Your messages state otherwise. Stop lying to yourself." That was all she said, before slamming the files on the reception, filling out a form, giving me one last look full of desperation and pleading, before walking out the main door. Only then had I noticed, the purple envelope sitting on my right, the place she stood, with my name in big bold letters at the front.
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Author's note.
Hi guys! I'm sorry if the following updates are slow, I have my mid- term exams from next Thursday and I really need to study. My other stories are probably gonna have slow updates too, and may be put on hold until after my exams.
We're almost at 200 views guys, I'm so happy. Please keep on voting for Amyra, and let me know your opinions on this chapter.
Also, my country just legalised Gay marriage/ sex in so many parts of the country, and I'm so freaking happy at the moment, UWU hehehe.
I love you all so much 💕
Ananya.
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