Summary

She was lost. He was broken. Things don't always go as planned.

Will they find each other?

Will they make it through the darkness?

Until the end of the tunnel

We all have our story, our personal history, that defines who we are. It sticks to us forever, wherever we hide, wherever we go.

Because without it, we are alone. And it's always better to feel pain that nothing at all.

So, however hard we try, as far as we go, as soon as we look back, it all comes rushing back, as fast as a blink, and stronger than ever.

We all have our baggage. That something that directs our choices.

Because without it, we can't choose, we have no direction to follow.

So we continue living, even if it will never be the same. Never.

And finally, we all have our love. The love that had us begging for mercy. The love that has blinded us, that has changed everything.

That broke us.

Because even if it took a piece of us, it also left a scar carved deep in our flesh.

So we keep breathing, not because we have courage or faith, but because we all hope that one day, we will live through the end of the tunnel, that we will finally see the light.

But what if you'd forgotten?

Chapter 1

Darkness. Cold. Shivers. Fear. From what? Silence. Still. Where am I?

I moved my arm slowly. Pain.

I sat up. Pain.

I breathed. Pain.

Like a stabbing knife, trying to dig out my heart. I looked down on my chest: blood.

Why am I here?

A voice. What is it saying? I concentrated.

''Happy to see your awake darling.'' The voice was soft, trying to sound comforting, yet so unfamiliar.

I didn't respond. A dark figure approached me. My hole body seemed to want to run. A curtain opened and I was blinded for a moment, but then the room appeared

clearly: the walls were white, the furniture was modern, high ceiling, large windows. And a man. He sat down on the bed and sat next to me, so close it was awkward. He smiled at me and stroke my face gently. I cringed away. He frowned, but sat farther away. He had light brown hair, almost honey, blue eyes. I didn't know him

''Who are you?'' My voice rang like crystal. Had it always sounded like that?

''I'm your husband sweetheart.'' The way he said it made it sound like he'd been practicing it for a long time.

''Husband? We got married? When?'' I had no memory of it.

''A few years ago.''

''I...I don't remember, I...'' I had no recalling of anything at all. Why was my mind blank?

''You were in an accident and lost your memory.''

Suddenly, a flood of questions blurred my mind.

''What's my name? How...old am I? Where are we? Do you...?''

''Your name is Lya, you're 23, we are in our house in Wyoming, my name is Christopher, we'd just moved here when you had your accident last week. You've been in a sort of coma since then. But the doctor accepted for us to bring you back here.''

''Who's us?''

''Me and Jarrod, my best friend. He lives here with us. He'll be back soon I guess.'' he said, his eyes becoming cold.

I still had so many questions, but didn't know where to start.

''Where do I come from?''

''Florida.''

''Do my parents still live there?''

''No, they died a few months after we were married.''

''Oh'' I couldn't cry for people I didn't remember. Had I been happy with them?

''Do I have a brother or a sister?''

''No, you're a single child.''

''Any friends?''

''We moved across the country, so we don't have many more contacts.''

A door banged open and we both jumped. ''Chris?'' a man's voice called. Even though the voice was unfamiliar, it sent shivers down my spine.

''Ah, I see you're awake.'' A tall, muscular man stepped into the room. He was taller than Christopher, with a stronger jaw, hard features and a deep voice.

He advanced toward us, and Christopher stiffened beside me. A thick silence hang in the air, making me uncomfortable. Christopher was looking at the floor, but Jarrod seemed quite at ease and sat close to me, almost breathing down my neck. He then whispered in my ear.

''We've missed you.''