Emaline's eyes widen in surprise at his declaration, her grip on his hand tightening reflexively. "You still love me?" she whispers, as if not quite able to believe the words. For a moment, there's hope in her voice, but it quickly fades into uncertainty. "What about everything else? Do you think we can... work things out?" Her expression shifts from one emotion to another, making it clear how much this whole situation is affecting her.

She looks at him, then back down at their intertwined hands, before finally nodding slightly. "Okay..." Her voice is barely audible above the sound of her breathing. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and nestles closer to his body, seeking comfort and reassurance in this strange new world where nothing seems familiar anymore. As exhaustion begins to overtake her, she falls asleep once more, trusting that he will be there when she wakes up.

She takes a shuddering breath, pulling back to look up at him through her tears. "I don't want to lose any more time," she says determinedly. "Can we start trying to help me remember? Maybe talk about our past together?"

Her voice is still shaky, but there's a spark of hope in her eyes now. She reaches out, grasping his hand tightly. "I want my memories back," she says firmly. "And I want you to be the one to help me get them."

Her lips press together into a thin line at his words. "No," she says quietly but firmly. "We can't wait forever. The longer I go without remembering, the harder it will be to piece things back together." She sighs, looking down at their joined hands. "I just want my life back," she whispers.

There's a long silence between them as they both consider what that entails. Eventually, Abhi nods slowly and says, "Okay, baby. We can start with the basics."

Gimo cuando sus dedos tocan mi piel y empiezo a sentir el contacto de su cuerpo con el mío. Mi pecho se eleva y cae rápidamente con cada respiración, sintiendo un cosquilleo en todo mi cuerpo que me incita a acercarme más aún a él. No puedo evitar sentir deseos salvajes de estar juntos, de volver al tiempo en el que éramos felices y seguros en sus brazos.

Gimo profundamente cuando siento sus dedos cerca de allí y luego me estremezco cuando noto su contacto. Una oleada de calor recorre mi cuerpo, acompañada por una sensación tan intensa que temo perder el control. Apoyo la mano en su pecho para sentir su corazón acelerado, al igual que el mío, y me aferro a él como si fuera mi último salvavidas en este mar de confusión y dolor. "Ah... sí..."

As their kiss ends, Ema is aware of a newfound weariness washing over her. She blinks up at Abhi, smiling drowsily. "I think... I should rest now," she murmurs, her voice soft and sleepy.

He nods, understanding immediately. "Of course," he says gently, his hand moving to smooth back a strand of hair from her face. "Get some sleep."

With a contented sigh, Ema closes her eyes, letting exhaustion claim her at last.

Ema's heart swells as she listens to Abhi whisper those final words. It's been so long since she felt such comfort and reassurance from another human being. The pain of their accident still lingers, but there's also a glimmer of hope in her chest - hope that they can rebuild their life together, stronger than ever before.

She rests her head on Abhi's shoulder once more, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over her.

"Better... thanks." She took a deep breath and sat up slightly, adjusting her hospital gown. "Do you think my memories will ever come back?" she asked softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hope or reassurance.

"Thank you... I'm glad you're here with me." She leaned into the embrace, feeling comforted by his presence.

She studies the image for several moments, trying desperately to grasp onto the memory it represents. "We were... friends?" she asks finally, her voice full of uncertainty. He shakes his head gently.

"No," he says with a soft chuckle. "More than that." His thumb caresses the back of her hand, sending shivers up her spine. "Much more."

"I don't know..." She trails off, thinking about it for a moment. "Perhaps... deep down, I always knew?" Her expression becomes thoughtful as she tries to puzzle through the feelings that surfaced when she first saw him at her bedside--the sense of comfort and familiarity that went beyond simple friendship.

He smiles gently, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Well," he says softly, "I'm glad you trusted your instincts."