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After Five Years 15
Aisha's POVI smiled stiffly, trying to suppress the overwhelming reaction from within myself. “You’re too confident,” I replied, half-teasing, half-trying to maintain the distance that was starting to blur.Julien chuckled softly, his voice deep and soothing. “Maybe. But I know you don’t really mind.”I looked away, attempting to hide the smile that wanted to emerge. “Just because I’m not rejecting it doesn’t mean I agree.”“Ah, that’s just a matter of words. Your actions speak louder,” he said, stepping closer.“So, you can read my mind now?” I challenged, trying to sound skeptical.“Not reading, just feeling. There’s something between us that can’t be ignored,” he replied, looking into my eyes seriously.His words shook my heart. I felt trapped between the desire to protect myself and an increasing attraction. “Julien, we just met. Isn’t this too soon?”“Soon or late, it depends on how we see it. Wh
Last Updated : 2025-04-19After Five Years 1
Aisha's POV I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a gentle pulse in my chest. It felt strange, yet soothing. My new heart was working, beating with a rhythm that still felt foreign to me.It had been weeks since the heart transplant surgery, but I still couldn't quite believe that I had been given a second chance at life.I turned to the hospital room window. The morning sun warmed my pale skin. The fresh air from outside mixed with the distinct smell of antiseptic.I was still here, in this cold white room, waiting for the doctor to tell me that I was strong enough to go home. My presence in this room felt like a reminder, a symbol of the struggle I had been through.The door to my room opened. A nurse entered, smiling warmly."How are you feeling today?"I sighed."A little better."She nodded."The doctor will be here shortly. Today might be your day to go home."My heart—or perhaps the heart of another person that now belonged to me—began to beat faster. Home. But where? My life bef
Last Updated : 2025-04-02After Five Years 2
Aisha's POV Three years had passed since our wedding day. Our married life seemed perfect. Every day, Sean made sure I felt safe and loved. He was attentive, always waking me with a gentle kiss on the forehead.In every morning routine, he would make sure I took my medications and always checked on my condition as if I were something very fragile—a treasure to be carefully guarded."Your heartbeat is my greatest gift," he would say every time I asked why he was so caring. His words were a reminder I always looked forward to, a reminder that I was valuable and worthy of love.I smiled every time I heard it. This simple happiness provided an invaluable comfort. Yet, in the corner of my heart, there was a question that always troubled me.What exactly did he see in me? I could never fully shake off that insecurity.That night, I lay awake in the dark. The sun had set, and our room was enveloped in silence. I stared at the ceiling and reminisced about the past. Many memories swirled in m
Last Updated : 2025-04-02After Five Years 3
Aisha's POV The light rain drizzled on the streets, creating reflections of dim streetlights. I sat in the living room, wearing the dress I had carefully chosen for this special night—our third wedding anniversary.Little candles flickered on the dining table, creating a warm and loving atmosphere.Every detail had been prepared with love, hoping this would be an unforgettable night. However, something felt odd tonight. An uneasy feeling hung in the air, tightening my chest.I glanced at the clock. It had been over an hour since he promised to come home. My heart raced, and anxiety began to creep into my heart. My thoughts were filled with various possibilities."Is he late because of work?" or "Is something happening to him?"The longer I waited, the more painful the uncertainty became.Finally, the front door opened, and he walked in. But he was not alone.A woman stood beside him. Beautiful, elegant, with eyes that hinted at something sharp. She wore a graceful black dress, and he
Last Updated : 2025-04-02After Five Years 4
Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea.Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind.I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.A strange paradox, isn’t it?Saving the hearts of others while my own lay in ruins. Every operation I performed was a reminder of the helplessness I had once felt."Dr. Aisha, the surgical team meeting will start in fifteen minutes," my assistant's voice came through the phone."I'll be there soon, Lina. Thank you."I stared at my reflection in the glass. A firmer face, sharper eyes, and a smile that was no longer forced. I had grown, but those memories lingered. Every moment in the pas
Last Updated : 2025-04-02After Five Years 5
Aisha's POV I never thought I would see him again. Five years had passed, and I felt I had moved far enough away from the shadows of the past. Yet tonight, at a charity event I attended at the invitation of a friend, fate seemed to be playing with me.The world felt more vibrant with the bustle and laughter, but my heart felt heavy as I stepped into a room full of unfamiliar faces.That gaze. The gaze I once knew so deeply. A mix of guilt, regret, and something more complicated—hidden love. He stood across the room, wearing a black suit that still made him look so authoritative.All the voices in the room suddenly faded away. The world seemed to stop spinning as our eyes met. My heart raced, as if returning to the days when we were still together.I should have turned away, should have avoided him like I had for the past five years. Yet, my body remained frozen in place. My breath caught. I hated the fact that his gaze could still make me falter. Memories of the love that once exis
Last Updated : 2025-04-02After Five Years 6
Aisha's POV I woke up to the soft sunlight streaming through my window curtains. Sighing, I felt the weight of my conversation with Sean from last night still burdening my mind. The warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the cold fear in my chest. Today felt like an ordinary day, but it also felt like I was on the edge of something big.As I sat up, memories flashed through my mind—moments filled with laughter, intense arguments, and quiet nights spent under the stars. Each laugh echoed in the empty spaces of my heart, while every argument left deep scars. I remembered Sean's voice, how he could make me feel like the world belonged to us both—but also how his words could shatter everything so quickly.I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling a familiar pain—a reminder of the chaos within me. The aroma of coffee wafting from the kitchen reminded me of lazy mornings where we would share dreams and hopes. But today, I just missed Sean, the man who once made my heart race.Yet, behind tha
Last Updated : 2025-04-10After Five Years 7
Aisha's POV I stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as I assessed myself. The simple black dress I wore fit perfectly, my hair was tied low as usual, and my face… well, I tried to look as calm as possible. But honestly, my hands were cold and my heart was beating twice as fast as usual.Meeting Sean made me feel mixed emotions. Memories of us swirled in my mind—happy moments and painful ones. I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained.I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself.Sean.After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore.[Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s somethin
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After Five Years 15
Aisha's POVI smiled stiffly, trying to suppress the overwhelming reaction from within myself. “You’re too confident,” I replied, half-teasing, half-trying to maintain the distance that was starting to blur.Julien chuckled softly, his voice deep and soothing. “Maybe. But I know you don’t really mind.”I looked away, attempting to hide the smile that wanted to emerge. “Just because I’m not rejecting it doesn’t mean I agree.”“Ah, that’s just a matter of words. Your actions speak louder,” he said, stepping closer.“So, you can read my mind now?” I challenged, trying to sound skeptical.“Not reading, just feeling. There’s something between us that can’t be ignored,” he replied, looking into my eyes seriously.His words shook my heart. I felt trapped between the desire to protect myself and an increasing attraction. “Julien, we just met. Isn’t this too soon?”“Soon or late, it depends on how we see it. Wh
After Five Years 14
Aisha's POV Morning arrived gently, breaking the silence of the night still lingering behind the window curtains. Sunlight slowly crept in, filtering through the gray drapes and touching my face, still warm from the blanket. The phone alarm rang softly from the bedside table, a classic tone that had become part of my morning routine for years. I opened my eyes slowly, took a deep breath, and then sat up in bed. The tea from last night still sat in the mug, its aroma faded, but for some reason, its presence felt familiar. I reached for my phone. The screen lit up with one new message. From: Sean 07:14 [Aisha, I hope you’re doing well. I know you might be busy, but I really want to talk, even if just for a moment. I’ll be waiting for your response.] My fingers gripped the phone tighter than necessary. For a moment, my eyes stared at the message, flat with no emotions flooding i
After Five Years 13
Aisha's POV The day after the presentation, the world felt a little lighter, even though the tension in my chest still lingered. A mix of hope and anxiety shadowed my steps. Part of me felt optimistic; maybe this could really work. But there was also a part that doubted, afraid that all of this would end up being in vain.I sat in my practice room, staring at the computer screen that was waiting for me. A pile of tasks was stacked up, but my mind wasn’t fully there. I felt something hanging in the air, an uncertainty demanding my attention.Dita came to see me during lunch break, as usual. “Aisha, how are you? You don’t look like yourself. More calm,” she said, sitting next to me and looking at my empty computer screen.“I’m still thinking about yesterday’s presentation,” I replied, pressing keys on the keyboard aimlessly. “I feel a bit relieved after it, but there’s also this lingering anxiety.”Dita nodded, understanding. “That’s norma
After Five Years 12
Aisha's POVToday, Julien and I agreed to meet at a small café near the Seine. He said he wanted to discuss the progress of the clinic proposal, but for some reason, I felt it wasn’t just about work. The way he smiled, the way he looked at me with his warm brown eyes, made my heart skip a beat.I shook my head slightly, laughing at myself. “Aisha, don’t be dramatic,” I muttered while sipping my coffee.At the hospital, the morning went as usual. I checked on several patients, listened to their complaints, and occasionally stole a moment to read Rika's emails about potential donors. But my mind kept drifting to Julien—his head tilted slightly as he listened to me speak, or his soft but genuine laughter. I lightly slapped my cheek. Focus, Aisha.By the afternoon, I arrived at the café first. A table in the corner with a view of the Seine felt perfect for a relaxed atmosphere. I ordered a latte, gazing at the shimmering water under the sunlight. Soon, Julien arrived, carrying a thin fold
After Five Years 11
Aisha's POV This morning there was a routine consultation and a minor surgery—not an emergency, but still requiring focus. As I examined a young mother with a history of arrhythmia, she looked at me with hopeful eyes.“Doctor, I just want to be able to run and play with my child again,” she said softly, her voice trembling.I smiled and gently patted her hand. “We’ll work on that, okay? One step at a time.”She nodded, but the light of hope in her eyes dimmed a little. “But doctor, what if I can’t?”I looked at her, trying to convey calm. “I understand your worries. But we will do everything we can. Every small step is progress.”“Is there a chance I can go back to how I was before?” she asked again, her voice quivering.“With effort and the right treatment, a lot is possible. I’ll be with you every step of the way. Remember, you’re not alone on this journey.”She took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. “Thank you, doctor. That makes me feel a little better.”“And remember,” I
After Five Years 10
Aisha's POV At the hospital, the rhythm of work pulled me back in. This morning there were three consultations and one emergency surgery, a patient with cardiac tamponade due to trauma. Adrenaline surged as I entered the operating room.In here, the outside world faded away. There were only the sounds of the monitor, the weakening heartbeat, and my hands moving with certainty. Together with the team, we successfully stabilized the patient. As I removed my mask, the young nurse beside me smiled.“Doc, that was like watching an action movie.”I chuckled. “If this were a movie, I’d ask for free coffee for life.”I sat in the doctor’s lounge, sipping warm tea while checking my emails. My mind drifted to the meeting with Rika last night. The charity project felt like a breath of fresh air, something real to pursue. But in the back of my mind, Sean’s message lingered. I hadn’t replied, and for some reason, I felt it was the best decision—at le
After Five Years 9
Aisha's POV The next morning, sunlight gently slipped through the gaps in the curtains of my apartment. I woke up feeling a little lighter, although the shadows of the reunion still lingered in the corners of my mind. I stared at the ceiling, hearing the ticking of the wall clock moving slowly. Today was just an ordinary day—operations, patients, consultations. But for some reason, I felt like something was different, like an unexplainable premonition. I got up, brewed some black coffee, and sat by the window watching the Paris sidewalk start to bustle. The bitter aroma of coffee mixed with the cool morning air. I gazed at the cup in my hand, the steam dancing before disappearing. “Today I choose to be present,” I said to myself, trying to convince myself. At the hospital, the rhythm of work pulled me back in. Two surgeries were scheduled for the morning, one patient with aortic stenosis, another with an arrhythmia needing ablation. I immersed myself in patient notes, dis
After Five Years 8
Aisha's POV This morning, I stood in front of the large mirror in my apartment, staring at my reflection in a white doctor's coat. Five years had passed since everything collapsed, and I had rebuilt my life in Paris. But for some reason, after my meeting with Sean yesterday, this morning felt heavier than usual.I took a deep breath. "You are not the Aisha you once were," I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. "You are strong. You have your own life."Each word I spoke echoed in my mind, giving me the courage to face the day. However, shadows of the past still lingered, especially when I recalled Sean's statement yesterday.The love he mentioned made me doubt—could there really be a second chance?I adjusted my doctor’s coat, feeling the fabric cling tightly to my body. It was a symbol of all the hard work and dedication I had invested. Yet, beneath it all, worries continued to plague me. Was I really ready to open my heart aga
After Five Years 7
Aisha's POV I stood in front of the mirror, taking a deep breath as I assessed myself. The simple black dress I wore fit perfectly, my hair was tied low as usual, and my face… well, I tried to look as calm as possible. But honestly, my hands were cold and my heart was beating twice as fast as usual.Meeting Sean made me feel mixed emotions. Memories of us swirled in my mind—happy moments and painful ones. I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained.I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself.Sean.After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore.[Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s somethin
