2 . Remember Me?
She ran as fast as she could.
She could feel the screaming of her lungs and the will of her muscles to go far beyond what exercise could ever demand. Her heartbreak gave her the strength she'd no idea she had before.
Her feet slipped outwards on the wet autumn leaves while running on road, round the corner, the cold evening air shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. With each footfall a jarring pain shot through her ankle to knee. It'd started drizzling again. Her tears washed away in the raindrops as she sobbed relentlessly. He betrayed her. He broke her heart. While lost in her own misery she failed to see the car speeding towards her. It honked loudly as it neared her, and she panicked blinded by the lights. Before she'd run, she saw the car hitting her.
Her body went numb, and her eyes forced shut. The last thing she heard were his cries. "No!"
His hands never shaked during any surgery in his entire life. He'd treated the worst of patients. His every surgery was successful. But when today, he'd to operate on the love of his life, he trembled.
"I can't do it." He mumbled.
"Please doc. We need you in this. You're the best neurosurgeon we have in this country. If you don't treate her, there's no surity she'll live. She's already slipping into coma. Please, you can do it." His best friend, who's also a surgeon encouraged him.
"I can't do it Seb. What if something goes wrong? What if I fail and.."
"You are the best we have. You never failed and you never will. You can do it. Trust me. Only you can save her. Please hurry up. Get you shit together and save her." Seb commanded him.
Shakingly, he took a deep breath before wearing his gloves. Please god, I won't be able to live without her, he prayed.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She just nodded.
"How are you feeling?" He worriedly questioned, sitting close to her on the bed.
"I don't know. Fine, I guess." She replied mildly, without looking at him.
"You don't remember me, do you?" He winced.
"No." She whispered.
"What else do you remember?" He pulled her close, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, and then traced her jaw with a finger.
"I don't remember anything." She replied meekly. "Are you really what they said?"
"What did they say?" He asked her carefully.
"They said, you were my husband."
"Are." He said.
"Sorry?" She looked up at him this time, not getting his point.
"I still am your husband. Not was." He corrected her.
She gave him an incredulous look.
"You believe them?" He asked, painfully.
"I mean I don't even have a reason not to believe them."
He tried to pick her from her bed, when she huddled herself.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to." He told her looking into her ash grey eyes.
"But what if I want to?" She eyed him timidly.
He was strikingly handsome, she admitted. She did feel an uncanny feeling of familiarity with him. Like she knew him from before. She felt warm with him. And the way he looked at her with those beautifully green eyes, wistfully, her heart twisted.
"Then I am all yours. Forever." He brushed his lips on her forehead.