Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 34 ~ Do you know me?

ATHENA

My chest aches.

I can't breathe.

Everything feels wrong. Too loud. Too bright.

I blink, and the world feels... foreign. Unfamiliar. My head spins, like I'm coming back from somewhere far away, somewhere cold, and the weight of the air is too thick. I try to move, but my body doesn't respond. It's like I'm trapped under something, unable to get out.

The feeling of drowning is still in my throat, in my lungs, like I never really came up for air.

Am I dead?

I try to focus, to make sense of what's around me.

The loud beeping sound of the machine and a deep voice that keeps calling me pulls me back.

But the weight in my chest, it's not just the air.

It's the memory.

The bubbles, lack of oxygen, and the pain I felt from my nose go all the way to my chest.

I don't know where I am.

I don't know how I got here.

My heart races, and I try to breathe, but the air feels like it's suffocating me. I gasp, my body jerking with panic, desperate for a full breath.

I feel like I'm falling. Sinking deep in the water, making it hard for me to breathe.

I gasp, but it doesn't feel like it's enough. The air is there, I know it is, but my

lungs won't take it in. My throat burns, my body seizes, and for a terrifying second, I swear I'm still underwater.

The weight of the water crushes me, pressing down on my chest, filling my lungs with nothing but panic. My fingers claw at the sheets, gripping them like a lifeline, but they slip through my hands like water. Like I'm sinking all over again.

No. No. I can't go through this again please!

of water in my

I see it.

The water.

endless, pulling me

way it burned as it forced itself into my lungs, the

my throat-half a sob, half a desperate gasp for air that

shake me, grounding me in the

deep and commanding,

I'm still drowning.

that cold,

in my chest builds. My heart slams against my

against something soft that tastes like mint. My brain wrecks as I try to figure

world tilting violently. The too-bright lights. The blurred figure above me. The air,

as reality crashes in. I'm

I'm not dying.

But he kissed me!

is he kissing

gentle, but firm on my arm, pulling me back from the

blink again, trying

l.ne

front of

edges of the man's

his green eyes too intense,

Who is he?

hair and his eyes are so green it feels like when

how well built he is. I bet he's

rock under that Shirt.

clicks. Nothing

would such a hot guy be

His voice is soft, but it

It's like g to

he's

tethered

smell him. When I remember he's a complete stranger making me back away and

stranger know my

so