And She Loved Me. || Miles Edgeworth x OC (under editing)

S P E C I A L C H A P T E R

A/n: this will be a short chapter. I just wanted to fill a sad gap in this story. I hope this will at least bring you satisfaction because I'm aware of how the ending was pretty tragic (if I may say so)

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S. Chapter
• Until We Meet Again •

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t h i r d & f i r s t p e r s o n p o v
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a n g e l a p e r e g r i n e
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It had been a few months since Angela woke up from her ten-month long coma.

Everything was going back to normal. She helped her mother run their company and started acting more responsibly than how she would act before she got in a car accident.

"Mom, I'm going to the cafe. Do you want anything?" Angela asked as she approached her mother's desk.

Her mother looked at her with a smile. "I don't know what happened to you in your deep sleep, but you've changed a lot." She said, eyeing her daughter.

"Well, if you are going to the cafe, get me an iced americano." She then continued, still observing her daughter, that seemed to be acting really different.

"Okay! Love you!" Angela replied with a smile, then walked away from her mother.

"Love you too! Be careful!" Angela's mother said as Angela left her office.

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For these past months, everyone was telling me how I've changed.

When my memories started coming back to me, even I couldn't help but agree with them.

Before the accident, I was really spoiled, and I was a huge brat. I never smiled at people, and I push people away.

But somehow, when I left the hospital, even forgetting to say 'thank you' would really bother me, and I don't know what it is that makes me feel that way.

I was now on my way to the cafe, but my mind was completely wandering off.

It was then that my small figure collided with a hard chest. Along with that, was the feeling of a really hot liquid reaching my blouse.

Definitely, coffee, because I now smell like it.

"Jesus! Watch where you're going!" The man yelled at me. I then looked up at him and stared.

He had a great build, but he wore this magenta suit, with this white cravat on his neck. He dressed awfully, but he looked great. He was fairly good-looking too. His eyes were gray, just a little darker than his hair.

I don't know what it is, but he seemed really familiar...

I was also staring at him for a really long time.

I felt my head hurting, thinking hard about who this man in front of me could be.

I know he just yelled at me for clouding out, but all I could ask was,