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Drawings

It’s been a month now since I got discharged, and everything still feels unfamiliar.How can I close my eyes and open them, only to realize four years have gone by?Everything feels different. Memory loss is something that occurs in the brain, so I should be able to remember things by heart, right?! So why does everything still feel strange?The house, Ethan, Mother-in-law, Sophie.The house was decorated differently. Sophie now had a three-year-old daughter whose father I didn’t even know. My mother-in-law was suddenly so nice to me. She’s never nice—it’s either she wants something from me, or she’s like this because I had a near-death experience.Everyone was strange. They kept talking like they didn’t want to say too much in case they slipped up in front of me, and I didn’t understand why. I mean, we’re all family, right?---“I don’t know, Doc. Don’t you think I should remember by now?!”I said while sitting on a chair in the center of my therapist’s office.“Like I said, Sam, it’

Última actualización : 2025-10-22

Walking into fire

That evening, the dreams came again.Everywhere was on fire. A woman’s figure appeared in front of me—blurred.I kept pushing through the smoke to see her face, but as I turned around, I saw a man holding a gun. Fear gripped me, and the next moment, he shot at me.I woke up with a cry, heart racing, tears streaking down my cheeks.Ethan woke up and immediately sat up next to me, trying to calm me down.“Sam! Hey, it’s just a dream—”“It wasn’t,” I said, shaking. “It felt real. Like it happened before.”He moved closer, steadying my shoulders. “Sam, listen to me. Dreams aren’t memories. They’re just your brain trying to fill in the blanks.”But I could barely hear him. My heart was still in that dream, with that man holding the gun.For the first time, I didn’t forget what I dreamt about.And deep down, I knew—dreams didn’t hurt like that unless they came from something real...The morning came with the kind of stillness that felt like the world was holding its breath.I sat by the win

Última actualización : 2025-10-22

A spark

The glass doors to C&J Enterprises slid open with a quiet hiss, and my reflection appeared beside Ethan’s in the polished surface. My palms were slightly damp; I told myself it was just nerves about working since I hadn't done that ever since I dropped out of school. But deep down, I knew it was more than that.The building was colder than I expected — sleek marble floors, dark glass, minimalist lines that seemed to whisper authority. The air itself felt charged, like it remembered things I didn’t.Like I had been there before...The receptionist smiled warmly. “Mr. Hendrix is expecting you.”I think something is definitely wrong with me... even the receptionist looked familiar. I followed Ethan toward the elevator, the metallic hum filling the silence between us.When the doors opened to the top floor, Jimmie was already waiting.He stood by the window, hands in his pockets, sunlight cutting through the glass behind him. The light turned his outline gold — the kind of image that loo

Última actualización : 2025-10-22

Past echoes

The next morning, sunlight slanted through the blinds of our apartment, spilling across the bed in stripes of gold. I hadn’t slept well. My dreams were tangled — a storm, fire, a child’s cry, a man’s voice whispering my name.When I woke up, my pillow was damp. I couldn’t tell if it was from rain in my dream or tears I didn’t remember shedding.I had this kind of dream every other night, so it was okay. But last night’s dream felt different. When I woke up, I didn’t have the strength to even leave the bed for a while.I told Ethan I wouldn’t be able to go to work today because I wasn’t feeling too well. He didn’t like that, but he didn’t force me to go. He just walked out angrily without even asking if I could stay home alone.The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the fridge and the ticking wall clock.I stood by the counter, pouring coffee into a mug when the smell hit me.Not coffee — not exactly.It was something else.Sweet, faint, like jasmine.My mother’s perfume.

Última actualización : 2025-10-23

Waiting for him

Back at C&J Enterprises, Jimmie sat alone in his office, staring out the window as the city moved below him. When he got to the office and couldn’t find Sam, he hadn’t been able to focus all day.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face — that same look of confusion and wonder that used to belong to the little girl with scraped knees and jasmine in her hair.I didn’t realize this when we were married, but now that she doesn’t remember me, she looks so much like Jane.He remembered the night she’d lost everything — the accident that had taken her mother and his mother. He’d found her huddled under the porch steps, shivering, clutching a broken bunny.He’d been a child himself, but he’d made a promise that night: “I’ll take care of you, Jane.”And he had. For a little while — until his grandfather sent him abroad.He was restless… ever since Ethan told him she couldn’t come because she was feeling a little under the weather, he couldn’t concentrate.Will she be fine on her own?--

Última actualización : 2025-10-23

I crave this man's touch

"You've made a lot of improvement, and that's a good thing.""Thank you, Doc.""I know you're still curious to know about the four years that you skipped, but just give it time, okay? Slowly, your brain will bring up these fragments and connect them to your present.""I don't know again, Doc... all my life, I thought I didn't have a mother. I thought I was an orphan who got lucky and got married into Ethan's family. Remembering all this now still confuses me... a lot.And I still can't remember what exactly happened inside that fire... I remember being under the table with Mum... then she told me to run. But I don't remember how I got outside at all. The next thing I knew, I was outside with Jimmie.""Jimmie?!""Yeah... he was my childhood best friend. I met him again as an adult, and I feel drawn to him in a way... I don't know if it's because he's the only one I remember from my childhood or if I met him again as an adult during those four years I missed. Also, I remember him callin

Última actualización : 2025-10-24

This is bad

After that night, things between us changed — subtly, but irrevocably.Our conversations grew easier — the silences, less tense.I began laughing again, sometimes even surprising myself with the sound.We became friends again. I still hadn’t told him I remembered our childhood, but this was nice too.Jimmie listened when I spoke about my confusion — about how some mornings I woke feeling as if I’d lived two lives and didn’t know which was real.He never interrupted, never told me what to feel.He just sat quietly, fingers laced, eyes full of something I couldn’t decipher.Once, after I’d been talking for nearly an hour, I asked,“Why do you care so much, Jimmie? You barely know me.”He hesitated, then said softly,“Maybe I knew you once.”The room went still.He’s talking about our childhood, right?!I tried to smile, but my heart stumbled.“That’s not funny.”“It wasn’t a joke.”---On Friday, I found a cinnamon flower on my desk — no note.I stared at it for a long time, tracing the

Última actualización : 2025-10-24

I'm a married woman

The next day, Ethan went to work with me. According to him, he was “watching me so I wouldn’t go astray.”He watched like a hawk. I tried my best to avoid Jimmie.When it was time for lunch, Ethan went down to the cafeteria while I remained at my desk, buried deep in work, hoping I wouldn’t find him in the crowd — or even think about him for a minute.But my mind betrayed me.I stood up to go to the bathroom to wash my face. Maybe that would help clear my head a little.I washed my face and was in the process of drying it when I heard the bathroom door open.It was Jimmie.“Mr... Mr. Hendrix, what are you doing? This is the ladies’ room.”“This is my company, and I’ll do whatever I want.”“Mr.—”“Why have you been avoiding me?”He took a slow step forward, hesitation flickering in his eyes — as if even he wasn’t sure what he’d do next.I moved backward until my back hit the wall.“I... I didn’t. What are you talking about?!”“What is this?!”He asked, looking down at my neck. What is

Última actualización : 2025-10-24

Crossing the line

Everything was slipping out of my grasp, unraveling faster than I could hold it together. My emotions were unraveling faster than I could hold them together.That Saturday afternoon, it started with one message — small, harmless. And somehow, that was all it took for everything to start slipping. A message from Jimmie. Nothing dramatic, just something short:> Can we go over the new contract drafts tonight? My place might be quieter.I stared at it for a long minute, my thumb hovering over the screen.There was nothing wrong with the request. We’d worked late plenty of times before. Yet something about the invitation unsettled me — not because I feared him, but because I didn’t.After that night at the office, we carried on as if nothing had happened, but I noticed it — the long stares, the occasional eye contact, the thumping in my chest, the tension that rose within me whenever he passed behind me.My heart quickened. I should have said no — but instead, I typed:> Sure. Text me the

Última actualización : 2025-10-29

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