White. I am surrounded by white. I’m in a white room, laying on a bed with sheets, wearing a white gown.
There’s a beeping too. Quiet but still prominent. It’s a machine, I’m hooked up to a machine.
This must be a hospital, unless I was kidnapped by some very strange people who where obsessively clean and really liked the color white. Most likely a hospital.
”Your awake!” I hear a breathless, yet gorgeous voice. I look over to see a blonde beauty entering the room, running to me.
Who is she? Better question: who am I?
I flinch away from her strange touch. She looks hurt by my actions, the hope shining in her eyes dissipates slightly.
”Babe, it me, Bella. Remember, we were in a car crash. I’m so glad your okay. I couldn’t bear to think my wife was gonna die right after we got married, but now we have are whole lives ahead of us. We are gonna live happily ever after. Right, babe?” She stares at me, hope flooding her eyes as a few tears fall.
I don’t want to ask the question burning through my mind, but I have to. I don’t want to hurt the blonde beauty, but I need to know. So, I open my mouth and say the dreaded words, “Who are you? Why do you think I’m married to you? I don’t know you, I’m sorry. I’m sure your wife is here somewhere, you must have gotten us confused. I’m truly sorry.”
Her breathing picks up, I can see her chest moving up and down profusely. She stumbles slightly, looking quite dizzy, not even seconds later she crumbles to the floor. I immediately pounce off my bed, ignoring the cords coming off of me. I hold her in my arms on the floor and only able to think, somethings seriously wrong. “Doctor!” I yell, “Doctor, I need help!”
Not even a minute later, people start rushing in. I can only assume they're doctors and nurses and I can only hope they can help my mysterious blonde beauty. They take her from my arms and I can't help the strange wave of disappointment that comes across me. Just moments ago I flinched away from her touch, why is it that I now crave it? Why do I crave the touch of a woman I do not know? A woman that I do not remember? A woman I do not love?
I care for her, even though I don't know her and I don't know why. I want her to be okay, I want her to be happy and as they place her on a gurney, rolling her out of the room, I start to doubt that will happen.
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I remember now.
I remember all of it, getting married to the most gorgeous girl I've ever known, the car crash, breaking her heart, her heart attack and her death.
Bella was beautiful, but most importantly she was mine. My wife, my love and my life. We had gotten married in this tiny cute church, that Bella insisted on. It was where her parents got married, where we got married and where are children going to get married. Our plans were ruined when we were driving home from our gorgeous wedding.
I was so happy, I couldn't stop smiling and neither could she. She kept on glancing towards me from the driver's seat, but one of those glances where fatal. We accidently swerved into the other lane, to avoid hitting the oncoming car, Bella swerved off the road. We hit a tree, I fell into a coma, I woke up and broke the-best-thing-that's-ever-happened-to-me's heart, literally and physically.
Her family has a history of heart attacks, Bella always knew she would probably die because of that. She was right.
I didn't remember her, but I still felt a connection to her. I guess true love does conquer all, even amnesia. I ignored our connection and broke her heart. In my last moments with her I didn't know her nor did I love her. I never got a true goodbye and neither did she.500Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2WFQm5z00D
So, I leave this note to let people know what happened to us and why I killed myself. I just want to be able to see her again, to love her again. This note is your proper goodbye. See you in the next life.
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