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

I see it.

The water.

endless, pulling me

The way it burned as it forced itself into my lungs, the way my body fought, then slowed,

leaves my throat-half a sob, half a desperate gasp

my shoulders. Warm, firm. They shake me, grounding me in the present, but

commanding, but the words don't make

I'm still drowning.

in that cold, black

heart slams against my

tastes like mint. My brain wrecks as I try

The too-bright lights. The blurred figure above me. The

choke, gasping as reality crashes

I'm not dying.

But he kissed me!

he

arm, pulling me back from

blink again, trying to make sense

l.ne

in front of me. But

edges of the man's

his green eyes too intense, too demanding

Who is he?

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

how well built

rock under that Shirt.

nothing clicks.

such a hot guy

voice is soft, but it

brain. It's like g to pull me

he's

I'm tethered

I remember he's a

this stranger know

so