After Five Years

Aisha's POV I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a gentle pulse in my chest. It felt strange, yet soothing. My new heart was working, beating with a rhythm that still felt foreign to me.It had been weeks since the heart transplant surgery, but I still couldn't quite believe that I had been given a second chance at life.I turned to the hospital room window. The morning sun warmed my pale skin. The fresh air from outside mixed with the distinct smell of antiseptic.I was still here, in this cold white room, waiting for the doctor to tell me that I was strong enough to go home. My presence in this room felt like a reminder, a symbol of the struggle I had been through.The door to my room opened. A nurse entered, smiling warmly."How are you feeling today?"I sighed."A little better."She nodded."The doctor will be here shortly. Today might be your day to go home."My heart—or perhaps the heart of another person that now belonged to me—began to beat faster. Home. But where? My life bef

Aisha's POV The light rain drizzled on the streets, creating reflections of dim streetlights. I sat in the living room, wearing the dress I had carefully chosen for this special night—our third wedding anniversary.Little candles flickered on the dining table, creating a warm and loving atmosphere.Every detail had been prepared with love, hoping this would be an unforgettable night. However, something felt odd tonight. An uneasy feeling hung in the air, tightening my chest.I glanced at the clock. It had been over an hour since he promised to come home. My heart raced, and anxiety began to creep into my heart. My thoughts were filled with various possibilities."Is he late because of work?" or "Is something happening to him?"The longer I waited, the more painful the uncertainty became.Finally, the front door opened, and he walked in. But he was not alone.A woman stood beside him. Beautiful, elegant, with eyes that hinted at something sharp. She wore a graceful black dress, and he

Aisha's POV I never thought I would see him again. Five years had passed, and I felt I had moved far enough away from the shadows of the past. Yet tonight, at a charity event I attended at the invitation of a friend, fate seemed to be playing with me.The world felt more vibrant with the bustle and laughter, but my heart felt heavy as I stepped into a room full of unfamiliar faces.That gaze. The gaze I once knew so deeply. A mix of guilt, regret, and something more complicated—hidden love. He stood across the room, wearing a black suit that still made him look so authoritative.All the voices in the room suddenly faded away. The world seemed to stop spinning as our eyes met. My heart raced, as if returning to the days when we were still together.I should have turned away, should have avoided him like I had for the past five years. Yet, my body remained frozen in place. My breath caught. I hated the fact that his gaze could still make me falter. Memories of the love that once exis

Aisha's POV I stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as I assessed myself. The simple black dress I wore fit perfectly, my hair was tied low as usual, and my face… well, I tried to look as calm as possible. But honestly, my hands were cold and my heart was beating twice as fast as usual.Meeting Sean made me feel mixed emotions. Memories of us swirled in my mind—happy moments and painful ones. I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained.I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself.Sean.After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore.[Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s somethin

Aisha's POV The next morning, sunlight gently slipped through the gaps in the curtains of my apartment. I woke up feeling a little lighter, although the shadows of the reunion still lingered in the corners of my mind. I stared at the ceiling, hearing the ticking of the wall clock moving slowly. Today was just an ordinary day—operations, patients, consultations. But for some reason, I felt like something was different, like an unexplainable premonition. I got up, brewed some black coffee, and sat by the window watching the Paris sidewalk start to bustle. The bitter aroma of coffee mixed with the cool morning air. I gazed at the cup in my hand, the steam dancing before disappearing. “Today I choose to be present,” I said to myself, trying to convince myself. At the hospital, the rhythm of work pulled me back in. Two surgeries were scheduled for the morning, one patient with aortic stenosis, another with an arrhythmia needing ablation. I immersed myself in patient notes, dis