MegraI stand over Nathaniel, my heart aching as I watch him lie there, so still and fragile. His face, once so full of life and expression, now seems pale and unfamiliar. The steady beep of the machines is the only sound in the room, a constant reminder of his condition. I reach out, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, and my hand trembles. It has been three days—three days of me waking him up and him not remembering who I am.I tell him every day, and every day he forgets. It feels surreal to be here with everything that's happened. The joy of finally being back in the States, the rush of getting to him, and now this—a painful reminder of how much has changed and how much we've lost.A sharp, cold voice cuts through my thoughts, shattering the fragile moment. "What the fuck are you doing with my husband?"The words are like ice, freezing me in place. I turn slowly, my body stiff with tension, and there she is—Anna. Her eyes are hard, and her lips are twisted into a sneer. Her
NathanielIn the haze of my mind, I find myself in a dreamscape that feels achingly familiar yet just out of reach. The sky above is a soft blue, with cotton clouds drifting lazily. A warm breeze tugs at the edges of my awareness, carrying with it the scent of flowers and something sweeter, like vanilla. I see a figure standing a distance away, her red hair dancing in the wind like flames against the clear sky. She laughs—a sound that echoes with joy and lightness, wrapping around me like a warm embrace. My heart swells with an indescribable emotion, something pure and tender. I know, somehow, that I love her deeply, fiercely.A small child runs up to her, giggling, tiny feet pattering against the ground. The child’s laughter is like music, infectious and bright. I can't see the child's face, but I feel an overwhelming urge to reach them, to be with them. They are my world, my everything. The woman turns, her hair catching the sunlight, and she smiles down at the child. Her smile...it
NathanielA week has passed, and the days blend together in a hazy rhythm of recovery and fragmented memories slowly resurfacing. Every morning, I wake up feeling a little more like myself, the pieces of my past clicking back into place. The garden has become my sanctuary, a quiet place where I sit and try to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. The sun warms my skin, and the gentle rustling of leaves soothes me, but it’s not enough to chase away the growing dread in my chest.As I sit among the flowers, I see Anna approaching from the house. Her steps are measured, her expression a mask of concern that I’ve grown all too familiar with. But I know better now. Her concern is a facade, a carefully constructed lie to keep me in her web. As she draws closer, I steel myself for the conversation I’ve been rehearsing in my mind.“How are you feeling today?” she asks, her voice soft, almost caring.I look at her, my eyes steady. “Better than you’d want,” I reply, letting the
MegraThe sun filters through the café’s open terrace, casting a warm glow on the bustling scene around us. I watch Mia play in the small garden, her red curls bouncing with each step as she chases a butterfly. She giggles, her laughter light and pure, and I can’t help but smile. It’s been two years since everything changed, but seeing her happy brings a fleeting sense of peace.Nathaniel sits across from me, looking relaxed for the first time in what feels like ages. He has not stopped looking at her. We’ve been through so much, and yet here we are, together again. There’s a sense of normalcy to this moment, a quiet joy in sharing lunch and watching our daughter play. I reach for my glass, taking a sip of iced tea, the coolness a welcome relief from the summer heat.He looks at me, his eyes soft. “Are You okay?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.I nod, smiling. “Yeah, just... grateful. For this. For us.”He squeezes my hand gently. “Me too. I told Anna to leave, Megra. I will
NathanielThe sense of impending doom has been a constant companion since I met Megra, a shadow that follows us everywhere. The city lights blur past as I drive, with Megra beside me and Mia sleeping peacefully in the backseat next to Liza and Celia. It’s a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos that has become our lives. But even in this fleeting peace, I can't shake the unease coiling in my gut. The gunshots scared us; Mia has not been the same.It’s been two long years since I lost Megra, and now that we have found each other again, life isn’t kind. The threats have never stopped; they have only mutated. First, it was Anna, then the stalker—a phantom menace who made our lives hell with anonymous pictures and threats. Then Megra left. That terror was left behind, but it seems to have found us again. And then there's Conor, a different kind of threat altogether. He’s dangerous, manipulative, and as desperate as a cornered animal. I wouldn’t put it past him to try something drastic to t
MegraThe sound of the gunshot shatters the night. It’s loud—deafening. My heart seizes in my chest, and a scream claws at my throat, but I can’t let it out. I’m frozen, every nerve ending in my body on fire, my mind racing with images of Nathaniel hurt, bleeding, or worse—dead.I can’t breathe. My hands tremble violently, and my pulse pounds in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world tilts under me, and I have to grip the arm of the couch to keep myself from collapsing. I hear Mia’s soft breaths, still steady and peaceful, unaware that her whole world might be falling apart. That’s the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind.I force myself to move, stumbling towards the door. Every step feels like dragging my feet through thick mud, each one heavier than the last. My legs are weak, threatening to wobble beneath me, but I push on; I have to. I have to know the fate of the man I love. The fear, the dread, the horrifying thought that Nathaniel might be lying out there in
NathanielAs I sit in the dim light of the cabin, my thoughts a tangled web of confusion and regret. The events of the last few days play on a loop in my mind, every detail sharp and vivid. I can’t stop thinking about how we ended up here in this endless nightmare. Why is this happening to us? What did we do to deserve this relentless torment?I replay every moment since I met Megra, every decision that brought us to this point. The memory of the first time I saw her is still clear—how her presence had pulled me in, even though I’d tried to keep my distance. I was drawn to her in ways I couldn’t understand then, and even less now. From the beginning, it was complicated, but we’d weathered so much together. The betrayals, the pain, the moments of raw vulnerability—they all led to this, to us being here, barely hanging on.My mind drifts to our daughter, Mia. She’s so small and fragile, and yet she’s at the centre of this storm. I can’t help but feel like it’s all my fault—that if it we
MegraMy body is filled with passion, a true sentiment for my time away from Nathaniel. I respond to every touch with eagerness as I am swept into waves of passion. My troubles are buried as I sink my nails into his back as his kisses ravage my neck. How could I have gone for so long without him, without his touch? For a moment, we forget that we are not alone in the cabin, and we fill the rustic air with our moans, each louder than the next. A reminder that we belong to each other.I lie in bed, the sheets twisted around my body, my skin still glistening with sweat. My heart pounds in my chest, a steady reminder of the passion that just filled this room. I can feel the warmth of Nathaniel’s body beside me, his breathing still heavy, his hand resting on my bare back. The air is thick with the scent of us—of our love, our need for each other. My mind swirls with a thousand thoughts, but one feeling stands out among the rest: happiness. For the first time in what feels like an eternity,