Semua Bab When All Of Me Chose You: She Forgot, He Remembered: Bab 101 - Bab 110

ALYONASome days I felt almost normal, like the person I used to be was standing just a step behind me, waiting to catch up. Other days, I felt like I was living someone else’s life, borrowing memories that didn’t fully belong to me yet. I didn’t remember the details of the accident, only the fear that showed up in my mother’s eyes whenever she thought I wasn’t looking. Still, I was grateful. Grateful for her patience, for Cassie’s quiet support, and for the way everyone tried to rebuild my life without ever making me feel broken.Music helped more than anything. Even when I couldn’t remember writing songs or playing instruments clearly, my hands moved on their own, my voice found its way back to familiar notes. I believed that I used to do this, that music had once been my safe place, and I trusted that with time I would return to it fully. Healing, I was learning, wasn’t about rushing—it was about listening.Yet no matter how peaceful things became, curiosity stayed with me. A quiet

ALEXANDERI sat alone in the living room, the lights dim, shadows stretching across the walls as they belonged there. The clock struck two, the sound cutting through the silence, reminding me how long I had been awake. Sleep refused to come. It hadn’t for days. A half-finished plate of food sat untouched on the table, cold and forgotten. I didn’t remember ordering it. I didn’t remember wanting it. My hand rested heavier on the glass of whiskey than it should have, the amber liquid catching the low light as if mocking me.My phone was in my other hand.Alyona’s face filled the screen. That picture from Paris. Her smile was soft, real, the kind that didn’t ask for anything. We stood close, the city glowing behind her, a moment that felt stolen from another life. I stared at it longer than I should have, like I could pull myself back into that frame if I looked hard enough.I missed her.I missed the way she smiled without trying. The way she looked at me was like I wasn’t the man everyo

ALEXANDERI stayed outside her house even after Stephen’s warning, even after every part of me knew I shouldn’t be there. Giving up wasn’t an option. Not when she was this close, not when I could feel her presence just beyond those walls.I had tried to see her properly. I went to the gate and asked to meet her, keeping my voice respectful. The guards stopped me before I could take another step. They were firm but polite, trained to say no without explanation. I didn’t argue, didn’t push. I stepped back because I knew forcing my way in would only shut every door completely.My phone vibrated in my pocket. Esrael. I didn’t even look at the screen this time. Whatever he wanted could wait. Nothing mattered more than Alyona.So I waited.I sat on the bench across the road, watching the house, counting nothing, thinking of everything. Time slipped past without meaning. Then a soft glow appeared at an upstairs window, and my attention sharpened instantly.I saw her. My heart stumbled in my

The day of the concert arrived faster than I expected.I stood in front of the mirror, fully ready, the room around me quiet except for the distant hum of activity outside. Lights, voices, movement—all of it felt far away as I studied my reflection. I looked calm. Composed. Like someone who knew exactly where she was meant to be.My fingers lifted on their own and brushed the small scar on my forehead.It wasn’t very noticeable. Most people never saw it unless they were close. But I always felt it. It was a reminder of what I had lost, of the moments that had slipped away from me without permission. Pieces of my life were erased so cleanly that even memory couldn’t reach them anymore. Maybe they would never return. I had learned to live with that truth, even when it quietly hurt.A knock sounded at the door.“Ten minutes, Alyona,” the event manager called gently.I met my own eyes in the mirror and nodded. “Thank you.”After a beat, I added, “I don’t want any disturbance for the next

ALYONAOn the last day, just before leaving the house, I stopped by the gate and looked at the watchman with quiet hope in my eyes. I didn’t even need to ask the question out loud.“He didn’t come, ma’am,” he said gently. “I haven’t seen him these past few days.” Something inside me sank. I thanked him with a small nod and walked away, carrying my suitcase and a heart filled with unanswered prayers.I got into the car and headed toward the port. The city passed by in a blur as I tried to prepare myself for what lay ahead. When I reached the place where the ship waited, familiar faces surrounded me. Everyone had come to say goodbye, their voices warm, their smiles comforting. Yet my eyes kept searching through the crowd.I looked everywhere.But he wasn’t there.“Is everything okay, Alyona?” Mom asked, holding my hands tightly.“Yes,” I replied with a smile that took effort to hold. “I’m fine.”She studied my face the way only a mother could. “Promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t overwo