Stranger

I groaned a little and opened my heavy eyelids slowly. I felt a sharp pain in my head so I hissed and rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision which was still a little blur. My sight got a glimpse of David resting his head in bed near my torso and holding my hand.

The one who gave me a second chance at everything in my life. My whole existence is because of him, if he didn't come to the cafe that day I don't know what I would be doing now.

He is the man of all girl's dreams. He is simply hot, handsome, and most importantly my boyfriend. He asked me out even before my plastic surgery, I don't know why and what he sees in me.

Whenever I asked him he said he didn't love me for my looks but for my heart. I still feel insecure, maybe inferiority would be the exact word to describe my mindset. Before my surgery, I thought of myself as too low even though I was good at my work. I never thought of being in a relationship or that's what I said to myself.

I never showed my face to anyone before surgery, I used a mask or scarf to cover my face. But David is different whenever he is around me he always encourages me with words and his warm dimpled smile. He never allowed me to wear hoodies or cover my face when we were alone.

When all my friends asked to go under surgery he said it was ok if I didn't want to, and he was also ok with my ugly face of mine. I always wonder why this perfect man wants me.

He owns a software company and many assets. If he wished he could have any girl in a snap of his fingers but he has been my boyfie for almost one year. It's not like I played hard to get.

Seriously I was afraid of my old life like, who am I with, did I already have been in a relationship, or worse am I married? I don't know anything. What will happen if my memories come back or what if anybody from my old life comes back to my new life? And the situation forces me to hurt David?

But I had enough so I decided to give him and myself a chance to be happy. He is trying his best for me. Even though he is a busy man he is here for me. I gently tugged my slender fingers through his silky brown hair.

He stirred from his slumber, chin up to meet my gaze. I smiled, he reflexed and asked "Hey chèrie woke up?" I just hummed cause my throat was too dry to speak.

He stood on his feet, helped me by grabbing my shoulders gently and letting me slide onto the bed head comfortably by placing a pillow, then poured some hot water, and fed me with his hands. Once I finished the cup eagerly he placed the empty glass on the nightstand.

Now I felt refreshed and somewhat the block in my throat was unclogged. David asked, "How are you now feeling chérie?" I cleared my throat a little and said, "I am good". David smiled and said, "OK then. I will proceed with the discharge papers". I gave a curt nod, and he left.

I sat comfortably in bed. Suddenly the door opened with a loud bang which startled me, and as expected it was John. He rushed, hugged me tightly, and said "I was scared bitch. How are you now?" I chuckled lightly, hugged him back, and answered, "I am good dear."

With that he pulled back we both got comfortable with sitting. John's boyfriend Adam walked in and waved "Hey, Stef." I waved back at him. He gave me a friendly hug. He is David's best friend and also business partner. For some reason John doesn't like David, I don't know why. We all had good chit-chat.

After a while, David returned, I dropped my legs down and stretched on floor but stumbled and fell on bed by my ass, the second it touched the ground, I guess my legs got numb cause, the whole day, I was in bed.

David's strong arms engulfed me. He scooped me in a bridal style like I was a feather to him. He walked to the elevator, John, and Adam following us. Once we reached the ground floor. David walks out, while crossing the lounge my sight catches a glimpse of a particular person who is also eyeing at me.

While David closed the distance, my mind screamed to jump out of David's hands and ran towards that stranger. These bizarre thoughts make my mind shuffle. Even so, I can't take my eyes off him. The one who I met this morning and hugged me like his life depended on it.

He is still in the same outfit but looks exhausted with puffy red eyes. I wonder what is he doing here? I guess he is here to visit someone, after all, this is a famous hospital in Paris.

When David crossed him, he eyed me with concerned eyes, his eyes showed raw emotions. I don't know what is he doing to me to feel the lump blocking my throat. I didn't want this feeling so I tugged my face into David's chest.

After a minute we were on the hospital's porch. Adam opened the car door, and David tugged me in safely at back seat and closed the door while John sat next to me. Dav jogged to the driver's seat and ignited the engine while Adam drove off to his place.

After a silent twenty-minute drive, we reached my and John's shared apartment. Again Dav tried to scooped me but I stopped him and walked with my bestie. Once we reached David and I settled in our living room while John walked into the kitchen. David kissed my template and said, "Chérie take a day off and rest".

I frowned and said, " But new project.." He cut me and said, "Project is not important here. YOU. You are the one important. So, take a rest. This is happening frequently nowadays. As Doctor Benjamin suggests why don't you give a visit to your psychiatrist Caisy?"

I sat straight with a frown and said, "No Dav I don't want to." He sighed and said "Ok as you wish. Take care chérie. I will come back tomorrow. Hmm?" I just gave a stiff nod, he kissed my cheek and left.

In a while, John walked in with some sandwiches and of course with pills. After I finished John voiced "Stef, Are you sure about not getting to know your past? You are not even a little curious?" I took a deep sigh and answered "You know what will happen if I get back my memory. Don't you?"

John smiled thinly and said, "But they said it's fifty-fifty. What if someone from your past life misses you like losing themselves?" I shook my head in disbelief and said "John, please. We already discussed this like thousand times. For fuck sake it's another time I am telling this, I don't want to do anything I may regret in future. And real life is not any romance movie shit".

John scooted close to me, looked into my eyes, and said "That's the same thing I am telling dear. You may regret it in the future" I grab his hand and say "John I don't know what makes you hate David this much. But he is a good guy. He saved me from my miserable life back there. He loved me even with the scary face of mine. I gonna give him a chance. So I am not gonna meet Caisy. Period".

John squeezed my palm which was holding his hand and said "I know why you are doing this dear. You are showing your gratitude by giving yourself to him. But love is not something you can give or get out of pity or for showing gratitude. Do you love him?" I paused for a minute and said "I don't know dear but I will try. I am tired so I gonna rest. Let's talk later. Hmm?"

He gave me a tight lip smile with a nod and left me alone in his room. I slowly stood on my feet and dragged myself lazily to my room. Once I reached it, I changed into my silk pajama shorts and shirt plopped on my bed, and stared at the ceiling with so many thoughts. I know what John is trying to imply is true but what can I do or what should I do? I don't know.

I wish someone come and helped me out of this dilemma. With this thought, I closed my heavy eyes. In that mear second that stranger's face crossed my mind. I opened my eyes wide, and sat straight, my forehead decorated with sweat beads. My heart pounding hard like it would jump of out my ribcage. I wonder who this stranger is.

I walked out of my room and went in search of John, I found him chilling on balcony. I walked silently and stood beside him by slopping myself in railings. He sighed and asked, "What?" I cleared my throat and questioned, "What happened to me this morning?"

He turned and eyed me with a raised brow like seriously. I scratched my nonitching nape and gave him my puppy eyes. He scoffed and said, "This morning? It's Yesterday morning Bitch. And you fainted as usual". By hearing him my eyes widened and thought, 'God this time I knocked off for one whole day?' I don't want to give John reason to nag me again so I scoffed and voiced, "Not that bitch. How do you find me?" he squinted his eyes but answered, "I came back to see what's taking so long, and there I saw you in a stranger's arms"

My eyes bulged out hearing info about that stranger. Without eyeing me he continued, "What's really strange is, he was crying while trying to wake you up" Now I am really curious. I licked my lips and asked, "Then?" he shrugged and said, "As your bestie, I pushed that jerk aside, scooped you to my car, and drove to the hospital. That's it" With that he walked to his room.

I took a deep breath, went in to pour myself one neat bourbon, and returned to balcony. I took a sip, chinned up to admire the almost grown moon, and sighed. My mind raced with many questions including, is it wired to wish to see that stranger again?