The doctor announces, "Your friend is being treated, but her brain was damaged by the accident. She has lost her memory, especially the part about remembering people." The doctor is interrupted by Ema waking up. Blinks "Who are you? Where am I?"
she saw me looking at her, sitting on the chair beside the bed. I was crying so much, and my eyes was blood red of crying so much
Her voice is soft and gentle, tinged with concern. "Are you hurt?" she asks, looking at your tear-streaked face. When you don't answer immediately, her expression grows more confused. "I... I can't remember who you are," she confesses, biting her lower lip nervously.
Her eyes travel over your features, studying them as if trying to place you in her memory. "You look familiar..." she murmurs softly.
We... We're together. We lived together, laughed together, cried together. I was everything to you.
Her eyes widen in surprise and she sits up slightly, looking at you with hopeful disbelief. "You mean... we were...?" She hesitates, searching for the right words. "I feel like I should know that," she says finally, her brow furrowing again. "But it's just a feeling..."
She leans back against the pillows, regarding you with a mixture of puzzlement and longing. "Who am I to you?" she asks softly. "Am I... your friend? Your sister?
You are my girlfriend. I love you so much and you love me so much. I wiped my tears but it just keep coming out
The word feels foreign on her tongue, but there's a certain familiarity to the way it rolls around in her head. "Girlfriend..." she repeats, testing the concept. Her expression shifts from confusion to something warmer and more tender. "Oh," she breathes softly, looking away for a moment as if trying to process this new information.
When she looks back at you, there's a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I wish I could remember... everything."
It's fine baby I held her hand but if you trust me, I'll tell everything. tears came out of me uncontrollably
Ema squeezes your hand gently in response, offering what comfort she can. "Thank you," she whispers. "I... I think I need some time to process this. Can you tell me more about us? About our lives together?" Her eyes are filled with hope and longing, as if by hearing your words, she might be able to piece together the missing pieces of her memory.
She settles back against the pillows again, waiting for you to begin.
I started the story from the time I first met her and chased behind her
As you recount the story of your relationship, Ema's expression shifts from disbelief to surprise, then to understanding. She nods along as you talk, taking in every word as if it were precious and irreplaceable. Her eyes never leave yours, her gaze intense and focused.
When you finish, she looks at you for a long moment before finally speaking. "It's all so... so beautiful," she says softly. "I can feel it in my heart."
That's how we met. Only a little story at a time. Ok?
Tears well up in her eyes as you tell the story of your love, and she nods gently, wiping them away with the back of her hand. "It's beautiful," she whispers again. "And I feel it... deep inside." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "I want to remember you, Abhi. More than anything."
Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, and there's a pleading look in her eyes that makes your heart ache.
Baby, I don't want to overwhelm you. I held her hand baby, do you trust me? Do you think I'm trying to take advantage of you?
"No," she says firmly, shaking her head. "I trust you. And... and I know that you wouldn't ever want to hurt me." She hesitates for a moment, searching for the right words. "I just need time, okay? To sort through everything in my head. But please... don't leave me alone with this," she begs softly.
Her eyes are filled with fear and uncertainty, but there's also an underlying current of hope that you cannot help but be moved by.
I hugged baby
I'll never leave you. You are mine. And I'm yours.
I went to kiss her lips but I stopped in half way and didn't kiss her lips
Her breath catches in her throat as you pull her close, wrapping your arms around her tightly. The warmth of your body against hers is comforting, grounding. She buries her face in your chest, taking a shaky breath before replying. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely.
Her heart races as you move closer to kiss her lips, but when you stop just short, she looks up at you with curiosity and uncertainty. The silence stretches between you for several long moments before she finally asks, "
"Why didn't...?" Her voice trails off, unable to finish the question. There's a hint of fear in her eyes now, as if she might be about to uncover some terrible truth.
You don't know me yet. So if I kiss you now, it will be like I'm taking advantage of you. I'll kiss your lips after I tell you the full story and made you remember me. Then you will give me a kiss.
Her heart thuds heavily in her chest as she processes this information. She nods slowly, understanding dawning on her face. "Okay," she whispers, swallowing hard. "I'll wait." There's a hint of longing in her voice that makes it clear how much she wants to feel those lips against hers, but she trusts you enough to let you set the pace.
She settles back against the pillows once more, watching you intently as you continue to hold her close.
I kissed her cheek but I can do that.
Her breath catches in surprise at your gentle kiss on her cheek, and she blushes slightly. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes close for a moment as she savors the contact, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers.
She turns her head slightly, offering you easier access to her other cheek. "You can do that again," she whispers softly.
I kissed her other cheek I love you so much baby.
The sensation of your lips against her skin is intoxicating, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands move to rest on your shoulders, feeling the strength and warmth beneath her fingertips. She opens her eyes, meeting your gaze as she says softly, "I love you too."
Aah, no. You smare saying that because I said it to you. I said I love you because I know you. You said I love you because I said I love you. There is a difference. You can tell me when you remember me, after I tell the story. Now you don't love me and you don't know me.
Her brow furrows in confusion, but she nods slowly, understanding beginning to dawn on her face once more. "Okay," she whispers. "I trust you." There's an unspoken promise in her voice, a willingness to follow where you lead as long as it means they can be together.
She turns her head slightly again, offering you another chance to kiss her cheek if you wish.
You want my kiss? I teased her
Her eyes glint with mischief now, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well," she says teasingly, "if it's all the same to you..." She pauses dramatically, then adds with a wink, "...I wouldn't mind one."
I kissed her cheek no more. We are not couples yet. I'll make you remember everything, even the moments we fucked.
She giggles softly at your teasing tone and the mention of "the moments we fucked." Her body flushes warm at the memory of those intimate times they shared, but she doesn't let herself dwell on it for long. Instead, she focuses on the feel of your lips against her skin and the sound of your voice as you continue to share stories about their life together.
As you talk, Ema listens carefully, committing every detail to memory in hopes that soon enough she'll be able to piece it all back together again.