I frowned, thrown off "Do i...remember?"
"Do you remember..." she starts but her voice falters. She glances down at the sand, biting her lip debating whether to even continue.
She then takes a shaky breath and finally looks up. Eyes locking with mine " do you even remember how you got it?"
Her question hits me like a slap. I open my mouth, then close it, my brows furrowing as I force my brain to rewind. How did I get it?
Nothing. Not a single clear memory.
She steps closer, her voice trembling, but the edge of anger sharpening her words. "Or when? Or where? Or for what reason? Or what it even means?!"
I flinch at her tone, but I can't answer her. I try. God, I try..
I look down at the sand beneath my feet, forcing myself to dig through every memory, every hazy night out, every stupid decision I might've made-but nothing. Not a single moment of how I got it surfaced. I let out a frustrated breath and rake a hand through my hair, feeling the panic rise like bile in my throat.
When I finally lift my head to speak, Ashley's already staring at me, and I can tell-she knows my answer before I say a word. "You don't remember," she says softly, nodding like she expected it all along.
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Crazy thing happened...Three years ago, a tragic accident left Ashley scarred and shattered.
Aiden survived, but when he woke from a year-long coma, every memory of the girl he loved was gone.
Now, Ashley clings to the hope he'll remember-But as time slips through her fingers, the question haunts her-will she lose him all over again?
And Aiden... will he ever remember in time?
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⚠ warning ⚠ : Mature language, Mental health challenges, Annoying scenes, Heart breaking moments...
There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket.
My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real.
My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?"
The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings.
"No" he whispers.
"I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim.
But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow.
His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me.
His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one.
My tears.
My pain.
My silence.
All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him.
He came because he chose to.