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!

my ears, but it's drowned out by the rush of water in my head. My

I see it.

The water.

endless, pulling me

itself into my lungs,

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

shoulders. Warm, firm. They shake me, grounding me in the present, but I can't

commanding, but the words don't

I'm still drowning.

in that cold, black

chest builds. My heart slams against my ribs, fast and frantic, like

something soft that tastes like mint. My brain wrecks as I try to figure out what it is

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

as reality crashes in. I'm

I'm not dying.

But he kissed me!

is he

firm on my arm,

again, trying to

l.ne

front of me. But the

edges of the man's

eyes too intense, too demanding and he's

Who is he?

him. His jaw is sharp, blonde hair and his eyes are so green it feels like when you look at him for so

as he pulls me to him, I can feel how well

rock under that Shirt.

clicks.

such a hot guy

is soft, but

fog in my brain. It's like g to pull

he's

tethered to

so good, I'm tempted to smell him. When I remember he's a complete stranger making

this stranger know my

features, but he recovers so quickly I wonder