Liena POV The word settled over me like a heavy blanket. I looked down at our hands, joined together on the bed, and then back at his face. He was handsome in a quiet, serious way. It was the kind of face that might once have made me feel safe. Now it was just a stranger's face, looking at me with far too much feeling. "You don't remember," he said. It was not a question. Pain flashed in his eyes, but he forced a small, gentle smile. "It's all right. The doctors said this might happen. You have been through so much." His thumb moved softly across my knuckles. "I can't imagine my life without you. These past days, while I waited to see if you would wake up, I hardly slept. I kept thinking about every moment we have shared. I need you to know that. Whatever you remember or don't remember, I am not going anywhere." His voice was soft and steady. It was full of a care that felt too big for the small space between us. He leaned closer, careful not to shake the bed, and rested his forehe
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