MasukLucas lay still, eyes shut, breaths too measured. The steady beep of the monitor filled the quiet room, but his mind was anything but calm. It had been two days since he woke up. Two days of partial amnesia. Two days of confusion about one man who refused to leave his side. Alex had always spent his free time with Lucas who always pretended to be asleep. He was aware that he was faking the sleep but decided to give him time. Unfortunately, that afternoon, Alex came by when the doctor was making his rounds. He decided to expose it. Lucas’s fingers twitched slightly against the bedsheet as that familiar scent drifted into the room. He had already memorized that cologne. It was clean, sharp, with something warm beneath it. “He’s here again.” He muttered.Instinctively, he stilled his body, forcing his breathing back into that slow, even rhythm he thought he had perfected. The door clicked softly. Alex and the doctor stepped in. “Doctor, how is he today?” Alex’s v
“Due to the head injury,” the doctor continued, “he has lost specific memories, likely tied to a certain period or emotional connections. However, other memories remain intact.” Mr. Westman frowned. “Will he recover?” “It’s possible,” the doctor replied carefully. “Memories can return gradually, especially with familiar environments and people. But there’s no exact timeline.” Lucas looked between them all, the tension and pain in their faces, only deepening his confusion. “I’m… really sorry,” he said again, quieter this time. But his apology only made it worse because the truth was now undeniable. Lucas remembered his world but not the part that included Benson's. Seeing the worry in their faces, the doctor said, “Come on guys, you shouldn't keep a sad face. He just needs time and your support. For now, he needs lots of rest. So I will suggest that you go home and return tomorrow.” Mrs Benson went closer and said almost in tears, “Lucas dear, I'm Alex’s mothe
Alex's phone buzzed once, twice, and on the third, he picked up. “Yes, Jason?” Alex’s voice came through, breathless, strained, like he hadn’t slept. “Are you with Lucas?” Jason cut in immediately, his words tumbling out. “Tell me you’re with him.” There was a short, dreadful pause before he responded. “No, Jason,” Alex answered, confusion threading into his tone. Then his voice broke, panic spilling through. “Jason…I’m so scared.” Jason’s grip tightened around the phone. “What are you talking about? Where is he?” Alex sucked in a shaky breath, like he was barely holding himself together. “My Lucas… he…he couldn’t recognize me,” he said, his voice cracking. “He had an accident last night.” “What?!” The shout came in unison.Mr. Westman stiffened. Mrs. Benson gasped loudly. Annie covered her mouth, her eyes widening in horror. Jason felt his heart slam violently against his ribs. “What do you mean he couldn’t recognize you?” he demanded, his voice rising
It felt like the air had been ripped out of his lungs. His fingers slackened around Lucas’s hand as if he’d been burned. “What…?” he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. “Lucas, it’s me. It’s Alex.” No response except that same distant, searching look. Like the name meant nothing. Panic surged through Alex. “Come on, stop joking,” Alex said quickly, a strained laugh breaking through. “This isn’t funny. You…you scared the hell out of me, okay? So don’t joke…” “Mr. Alex,” the doctor interrupted gently but firmly. Alex turned sharply, eyes wide, desperation bleeding through. “No, you said he was fine, you didn't say he’d forget me! He knows me, he has to remember, please do something!” Alex was panicking badly. He didn't expect what he was observing. He paced around running a hand through his hair. Then turned back and stared at Lucas forcing himself to steady his composure. “Sweetheart, look at me!” Lucas flinched at the raised voice, discomfort flashing ac
Meanwhile, last night, after the paramedics had taken Lucas away, some officers were at the accident scene. They were looking around for means of identification or any important belongings of the victims. One of them had crouched beside the damaged vehicle, still checking carefully. That was when he spotted a phone lying just beneath the driver’s seat. Miraculously, it was intact despite everything else. As he picked it up, the screen lit up and began to buzz instantly. Alex was calling. The officer hesitated for a second, then answered. “Hello?” he said, his tone steady but cautious. “Baby, please let’s…” The voice on the other end started but stopped abruptly. A beat of silence before Alex asked, “Who is this?” Alex’s voice was sharp, laced with confusion and rising dread. His chest tightened in fear. Was it another kidnapping? His thoughts spiraled. The officer straightened slightly, glancing at the wreckage before speaking. “This is a police officer.
He sat there with a clenched jaw, hands resting on the steering wheel. The words came again, Home.His father’s voice still echoed in his head. Come back now! He let out a slow breath, already bracing himself for whatever was waiting. Just as he reached to start the engine. The phone buzzed again as the screen lit up on the dashboard. He glanced at it, and it was still Alex calling. Lucas’s jaw tightened again.“Isn’t he tired of calling already?” he snapped under his breath, irritation flaring up all over again. The phone kept vibrating, annoyingly insistent. Lucas stared at the screen for a second longer, anger simmering beneath the surface, memories flashing too quickly to sort through. The accusations, were dismissed.It was just a fling. His grip on the steering wheel tightened. “No,” he muttered.Without another thought, he reached over and declined the call. Heavy silence returned.He dropped the phone onto the passenger seat, not sparing it
The next morning, Lucas’s alarm buzzed just as Nathan finished showering. Steam still clung to the air, but to Lucas’s surprise, Nathan looked… fine…too fine, calm and collected as if the mess from last night had never happened. “Hey, sleepyhead. Good morning,” Nathan greeted lightly, voice ea
With that decision made, Alex chuckled bitterly, knowing that defensive distance sometimes could cut deeper than confrontation. “I’ll keep it controlled and quietly devastating, so he will come back to me,” Alex whispered to himself. When they closed for the day, Alex watched him leave from
Alex took in some air and lowered his voice a bit.“Stop hurting yourself. Please.” He took another breath, then said it…clear and final. “I’m in love with him.” Nathan shook his head violently. “No. No, you can't, you’re just obsessed,” he insisted, tears spilling over. “He saved your life, yes,
Instantly a mischievous grin curled his lips and he walked over to him. “My Lucas, is this fate or what.?” He walked around him, his eyes admiring. “Sweet bunny, your maker should have made you a woman because you're so damn beautiful. How I wish to kiss these beautiful small lips of yours.” He







