The Love From Vengeance

390: YEARNING FOR YESTERDAY

ARIEL’S POV

With leaden steps, I walked into the hospital, moving in the hall, feeling broken. All I could think of was Luke. The moment he tapped my shoulder, just when happiness had overshadowed me, he gave me a shocking response in return.

I didn’t even know what to say; I had no idea what to do. This was not what I wanted; I had been waiting. all this time for him to finally open his eyes. Life, my friend, was really messed up. And my journey all these days had been dark; we weren’t going to lie about that.

Different situations–glee, desolation, pain–were where the tears were shed. All these actually work out together, and my series has been the type that no one would wish to have, although I smiled in some moments. Not every time, because one way or another, the arrows were going to hit me strastraight away kept on wandering through the sterile corridors of the hospital; my mind felt like a tangled web of emotions, each strand pulling me deeper into solitude. Memories of happier times with Luke mingled with the harsh reality of his current condition, creating a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.

I couldn’t shake the image of his vacant expression when he delivered that shocking response. It felt like a betrayal, a punch to the gut after all the hope and anticipation I had built up during his recovery.

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Every step I took echoed with the weight of uncertainty, each footfall a reminder of the unknown path ahead. It was a lonely journey, navigating the warren of my own thoughts and fears without anyone to lean on.

But even in this pain and terrible situation, with a broken heart full of despair, I wouldn’t let despair consume me entirely. I had to find a way to make sense of this chaos and generate light in this darkness.

With a heavy heart and trembling hands, I pushed forward, clinging to the hope that somewhere along this solitary path, I would find the power to endure. And trust me, I would do everything in my power to bring those memories back into his head. The devil wouldn’t dare to stop me.

I treaded into Luke’s room, my hand reaching to open the door, and a deep sigh was what escaped my lips. No lie, I was still hurt, but this is the present now. The only thing I hoped for currently was to put an end to this. I wanted this episode to pass away and let something better come. Something that would always put a smile on my face. Because anyone in my shoes would wish for that.

I finally opened the door, and there he was–sitting on the bed, a quiet expression on his face as he looked around. His eyes met mine; the gaze lasted for quite a long time till he eventually took his face.

away.

Crossing my arms, I exhaled deeply and walked closer to him. I settled down next to him on the edge of the bed. The both of us sat down in silence, with my eyes narrowing. And Luke–I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I hoped it was about me.

Crazy right? Since he didn’t remember me anymore, Why would he be thinking about me?

I said softly, breaking the

a look at me, and I

to make everything clear to me. Who are you, and what am I doing in this hospital?” He

remember?” I asked him in a calm tone.

his head. “I do remember. My name is my business, but…I just don’t know you. I haven’t seen you before, and you’re right here with

look on my face says something.” I interrupted him. “What

letting out a deep sigh. “I can’t actually tell. You know, I don’t even know why I’m at this hospital. I should probably be at work right now, carrying out a business meeting. “I shouldn’t be in this room, putting on this,

sighed again, taking his

you. I know where you’re coming

glanced at me

do, Luke. I am your wife.”

are my wife?” He shot me

wife, Luke. We are legally

some seconds, still with the puzzled face,

“No, no, last time I checked, I’m not

part where we had to carry out our wedding. You lost your

lost my memory.” He asked, and his tone was

our first wedding night, which was kind of messed up and terrible.

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face, and I had to acclimate my

didn’t lose half of your memory. Only the remarkable moments,” I stated,

“Remarkable moments.”

I responded with

what

him. “Well, we’ve spent a lot of great times together. And I can’t start