Who is HE?

It's again a beautiful morning with blissful coffee. I am eyeing how the mix of orange and yellow sun rays painted the Eiffel Tower golden. With deep breaths, as usual, my mind ran a series of questions like Where am I from? Who am I? What's my name? Still no answers. It's my daily routine to think about myself why? Cause I can't remember anything. Yep, Anterograde amnesia.

I always wonder what kind of life I lived before. It's not like I am not happy with my current life, I have everything I want around me like a job, friends, a lover, and all but I always have this hole in my heart like it wanted to be filled. I don't know what am I searching for.

I have many good people who love me here but what's the question is they love the real me or the person whom they see or we say the person I portray them to see me as? The truth is, even I don't know the real me.

The moment I recovered from a coma four years ago, all I feel is blank, numb, and hollow in my soul. Later, I got to know I was admitted to the small infirmary. They had only two beds with very little equipment. It's a very incompetent hospital to save a person's life but fortunately, they saved me.

Even after a few days of recovery, I didn't utter a word, I didn't know what to talk about in which language. But once they began to talk I understood what they were talking about, I answered them that I didn't remember anything.

They said it gonna be ok after some days. Then I got to know what happened to me cause of that incident, my face's left side from template to the base of my neck was fully damaged like it was crushed by something hard maybe a rock, and my right knee disclosed slightly, a deep starch in the left ankle, and a big deep wound in the back of my head.

After a month, I got to know I was in a small province near Kanses. The infirmary that saved me still doesn't own any proper authority to run that so they hesitated to inform the police about me. I understood their problem, after all, they saved my life.

I wanted to be grateful, so I insisted not to inform anyone about me. Actually, that's a excuse to stay alone and think about what to do next. I recovered a little. Still, my head was wrapped by bandages, and the left side of my face was covered with white cloth and a neck supporter. I used the sidestick to walk for a month.

When I recovered better, I walked on my own, removed the neck supporter, get rid of all bandages. Cause of my head injury so they shaved my hair before the surgery, and now it has grown to touch my nape.

When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I felt disgusted. Even I can't see my face longer than a minute and I also don't know what my real face looks like.

Months rolled by. I worked in a cafe in this province. I really don't want to find out who am I with ugly face of mine. I always wore a hoodie to hide my scary face from others. I rented a little studio apartment with the help of the Doctor who saved me. Every night I had a nightmare of having a cruel accident but I couldn't see anything clear, all was a blur.

One day we had a customer. He looked so well in a suit, like a person who didn't fit in here because our cafe only had a few regular customers, other than that I never saw any new customers here, our cafe has a vintage type maybe that's the reason, or maybe it's a small province.

That guy ordered a cappuccino with cheesecake. I served his order, he was working on his laptop for hours. He didn't even blink or take off his eyes off the screen for a second. I wonder what he is doing this seriously. After a while, he approached me where I was cleaning the used table.

He asked where the restroom was. I showed him the direction. He ordered the same before leaving. My curiosity got the best out of me so I walked to his table and peeked at laptop screen, I saw codings for some project, and suddenly an unknown happiness crept into my heart to make it warm. My lips curved up a little after I don't know how long.

I took the chair and checked the codings, I didn't know what to get into me. I worked on it, my hands swayed well in the keys. My heart swelled with happiness when I heard the sounds of the keys when I typed. After a while, that guy returned, and he scolded me for using his laptop. He got all his things and left the cafe in anger. I sighed and continued work.

Later that night the same guy came, I was worried that I had done something so wrong with his project. Once he reached the counter, he smiled warmly at me. I said that I am sorry. He grabbed my hand, I was stunned by his sudden action. He asked who am I? How did I manage to solve the unknown problem in his coding that he worked for a month to find the error?

I said I don't know. One thing led to another and in the end, I explained my situation to him. He pitied me. He told me that he would take me with him to Paris. I didn't think much so I nodded.

He gave me a new name, and he bribed many people to get a passport and other necessities for a basic human identity. After a month he hired me in his small start-up company. I as well as my company grew up fast, so fast. And I found three wonderful people who love me with my scary face of mine.

After two years all my new friends asked me to get plastic surgery for my damaged face. At first, I didn't want to but with my bestie's encouragement, I decided to go for it. I didn't regret it cause I got a beautiful face and also got skin whitening treatment. I had tan skin tone before but I wanted to feel myself new so I went for it. After recovering from surgery I felt so confident with my new face and skin. I don't know if am I really this beautiful. I enjoyed my life. Still, something is missing in me. I grew fast and high in my work but I miss something or someone.

A sigh left my parted plump lips by thinking all about my flashback. My revive got snapped when I heard a loud voice from the kitchen yelling, "Bitch we run out of flakes". I smiled and returned to answer my best friend John.

After getting ready, we both had breakfast in John's favorite cafe. Then, we are directly going to the head office to get the new project's details. Seriously John can't live without flakes for a day. I chuckled at my bestie who happily munching his flakes.

I just had some toast with fresh juice. When we were busy with our food John's phone buzzed once he flipped and saw the ID, his eyes sparkled with stars then I confirmed it was from his boyfriend.

I turn to the glass window to admire the good weather of the city today. In a while, John cleared his throat, to get my attention. I turned to him, smiled warmly, and asked "So shall we?" and extended my hand to exit.

He again cleared his throat like he wanted to tell me something. I have known him for three years. He is always been cheerful, active, bubbly, and a chatterbox. I never saw him moody or sour. I know him well about his facial expressions.

So I grabbed his hand and asked "What happened sweetheart? Is there any problem?" He placed his free hand on my palm and said "I will ask you something but promise me you will not get mad or yell". I was confused by his question and also curious. So I just nodded my head.

John voiced "Darling. Adam gonna host a party for his birthday. Can... You.. Come with.." Before he completes his shuttering sentence I pull back my hand from his grip. He knows I hate parties to my core then why he is insisting, I don't know.

I frowned and looked away from his sight. He got up from his seat, came to me, gave me a warm hug, and said "I know You hate parties but please dear, lose yourself a little. Don't be this stiff."

I was still thinking, in a minute I shuttered "But still.. I". Before I completed it, he made a frown and said "Fine. Be stubborn as you always but this time I am not gonna leave you alone. I am not going to the party as well." I knew him if he decided to do something then he will do it no matter what. So I sighed and said "OK".

He jumped dramatically I giggled at his antics. I stood on my feet, got my black coffee in my right, locked my left hand with his arm, and said "Stop you, drama queen. It's already late". With that, I grabbed him to exist.

When we reached I remembered that I forgot my phone on the table. So I ask him to wait for me in the car. He hoped like a bunny with excitement. I shook my head in disbelief, went to the table where we had breakfast, got my phone, and walked to the exit.

I grab the gold handle of a beautiful glass door, someone pushes it from another side with extra pressure so I stumble a little to that effect I drop my coffee cup, and it all spills over. I was just dropping in on the mess I made and forgot to see the opposite direction and mumbled, "Here goes my heaven". I chinned up with a frown when I heard a deep voice, "Sorry".

My anger washed away and my eyes bulged out when I saw a tall, well-built, handsome guy with mesmerizing black eyes that widened like saucers by eyeing me, there was also something else in his eyes that I couldn't pinpoint. My heart is racing, literally aching like someone kept Mount Apes in it. I was staring at him for a minute not like I was drooling over or something like that but his face was like I wanted to stare at forever.

My trance cut out when I heard the voice of a girl "Excuse me. Can you two please move". I took two steps back to give her room to walk away. When I turned I caught him staring at me without even blinking. I know all men drool over me cause of this flawless plastic face, whitened skin, and of course curvy body.

But this man is different he was just staring into my eyes. I wonder why. I smiled a little at him and said "It's ok". When I was about to walk he voiced, "Wait?" I stood still for him to continue. He sighed and said, "I will get you another one". I said, " It's ok. No thanks".

Again I was about to walk when he blocked my way by standing in front of me and said "Please, it's my fault. I insist". I nodded my head. With that, we walked to the counter.

Before I voice my order, he says "Expresso, no cream, half cube". It's my taste but how did he know, then I console myself maybe he too has the same taste as me but he didn't order anything further. While waiting for the order. I felt his gaze on me. I don't know why he is trying to intimidate me with his creepy gaze.

In a minute they called to get the order, he picked it up from the counter and gave it to me. I grabbed it from him, and while doing it my finger brushed his. A tingling sensation ran through my spine. I took a sip and moaned when my favorite bitter taste began to creep into my taste buds. When I was about to take another sip my phone buzzed.

I picked up, John on the other line screamed, "Bitch what are you still doing there getting your phone or making one?" I pulled phone away from my ear and said "Coming sweetheart". He scoffed and hung up.

I chin up to see the guy is also in a phone call, I decided to walk out. Suddenly, he dropped his phone and turned towards me. His intense gaze showed so many emotions that I couldn't decipher. I don't know what he was trying to do when I was about to ask, suddenly, he pulled me for a bone-crushing hug. When I tried to wiggle out, something like a bright light flashed before my eyes so I closed it tight.

The nightmare of my accident came back. I wonder why it is hunting me in broad daylight. It never happened in daylight at least not when I am wide awake. I could see a face but it's very blurry. My head is paining like someone stabbing it with millions of needles. I don't know what to do. My hands and knees were shaking.

I totally slid deep into the hug he was giving when I felt paralyzed. I could feel his grip tightening, I felt my cheeks getting wet with fresh tears. I screamed when I felt intense pain in back of my head and heard a word buzzing in my mind, "TOFFEE" With that I let darkness engulf me.