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I woke up to the steady beeping of machines. My eyelids felt heavy, like they were glued shut, but slowly I forced them open. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, and the soft hum of the hospital room buzzed in the background.My body felt sluggish, weighed down by the remnants of whatever they had injected into me.Where am I?The memories came rushing back all at once, the crack of a gunshot, the blood, the police team, Jason holding me. But more than that, there was Samuel. The warmth of his arms, the vivid memory of running towards him fifteen years ago.It was all coming back, tangled and disjointed.But I didn't know what was real anymore.I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. My limbs felt like lead, and the room spun slightly. My throat was dry, and I could hear the faint rustling of movement beside me. A shadow loomed over the bed, and I turned my head, expecting to see Jason.But it wasn't him.It was a nurse, her face hidden behind a mask, adjusting the
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Jason looked away, his jaw tight. "I didn't want you to remember something like that. I didn't want you to go through that pain again.""But you didn't give me a choice," I snapped, my voice rising despite the tears threatening to spill over. "You kept this from me. You let me live in this… this lie. Why?"Jason met my gaze then, his eyes hard, unyielding. "Because I didn't want to lose you, Lana. I didn't want you to be consumed by what happened that night."I shook my head, pulling free from his hold. The sun was nearly gone now, the golden light fading into the deep hues of twilight. "You can't do this, Jason. No."The silence between us was suffocating, heavy with everything we weren't saying. The last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over the rooftop. Just then, Jason finally broke the quiet."I’ve always loved you, Lana," he confessed in a low voice. "From the moment I saw you, even when you pretended not to see me. I’ve always loved you. And now, I fina
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The silence that followed was oppressive, thick with unspoken intent.Jason leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as if settling into a position of control. His movements were measured, deliberate, each one calculated to remind me the ground I stood on.“I told them you were fine,” he said finally, his voice a velvet blade. His lips curled into a faint smile, the kind that promised nothing good. “But they want to hear from you.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle over me like a heavy shroud. “It’s been days, Lana.”The air felt suffocating, Jason’s calm demeanour amplifying the tension. His gaze pinned me in place, sharp and knowing, as if he could already anticipate my every move.He slid the phone closer to me, the screen lighting up as if it, too, was waiting for my response.Daring me to pick it up.Before I could respond, he picked up my phone. My pulse quickened as he studied it, his thumb gliding over the screen like a predator sizing up its prey.“Call
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The haze lifted slowly, my mind wading through the fog and my body was leaden, limbs weighed down by some invisible force. My throat was parched, and my head throbbed with a dull ache.The muted light of the room seemed to pulse against the drawn curtains, pressing in with an almost suffocating weight. As I stirred, the room felt different. Stale yet eerily pristine. My eyes landed on the bedside clock. The time was familiar, but the date... it didn't make sense.Had I really been out that long?My chest tightened as fragments of the last time I was awake flitted through my mind. Nelson.How will he save me?I shifted carefully, every muscle screaming in protest as I pushed myself upright. The effort made me dizzy, but I was desperate to move, to feel alive again. My eyes fell on my arms, wrapped tightly in bandages. A shower.I needed to scrub away the staleness clinging to my skin, the invisible grime that made my skin crawl.But the bandages...Slowly, I swung my legs over the edg
