My Moon My possession

Author's POV

Paris,

Imagine grappling with the realization that the person you once despised was actually your savior all along, tirelessly striving to rescue you while you misunderstood their efforts, harboring unwarranted hatred instead. Consider the weight of understanding that the individual who seemed indifferent to your suffering was, in fact, one of the caring souls in your life, unable to bear witnessing your pain and thus opting to distance themselves. Despite their sincere attempts to alleviate your anguish, you remained blind to their own struggles.

Such was the overwhelming emotion consuming him as he sat upon the hospital bed. His head, swathed in bandages, was bowed as he pored over a letter. The steady tick-tock of the wall clock served as a relentless reminder of the time lost during his coma.

For the past 18 days, he had lain in a coma, unaware of the passage of time. It began when he attempted to end his life by wandering onto a bustling Parisian street, only to be struck by a car, plunging him into unconsciousness for over two weeks.

With painstaking care, he scrutinized the letter, his back pressed against the wall behind his bed. His eyes fixated on a particular sentence, and as he read it, tears welled in his eyes. Yet, he couldn't fathom the reason behind this sudden outpouring of emotion.

"I tried to explain, but you didn't understand. I tried to tell you, but you didn't hear... Now, I can't bear this... Goodbye Ryan, take care and shine."

With a heavy heart, he rested his head against the wall. He was Ryan Jay Knight. As a doctor entered the room and addressed him, Ryan remained lost in his thoughts.

"Hey, how are you, Ryan?" the doctor inquired, though Ryan's attention seemed elsewhere.

"I think your eyes are sweating too much," the doctor remarked with a chuckle.

Ignoring the doctor's jest, Ryan requested the presence of his personal secretary. After the doctor attended to him, Ryan placed the letter beneath his pillow. Shortly after, a man in a black suit entered his room.

"Hello, sir. I am William Johanson, your father's personal secretary," the man announced. His accent hinted at his British nationality.

"I have two tasks for you, Mr. William," Ryan said softly.

"I will do my best," William replied with a smile.

"Firstly, find out about a man named Lars Miller—his whereabouts and activities," Ryan instructed.

"Of course, sir. And the second task?" William inquired.

"Complete this one first, and I will reveal the second," Ryan replied.

"Understood, sir," William acknowledged, passing a file containing the company's data to Ryan before departing, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath to quell the storm of pain in his heart. A tear escaped as the words of the letter echoed in his mind.

As he gazed at the sky, his trembling hand reminded him that his anxiety and fear persisted, even after his prolonged coma. The file slipped from his grasp, landing on the floor, with the word 'JAYKAY' emblazoned upon it—a symbol of his identity and the significance of his name, Ryan Jay Knight.

Ryan Jay Knight, also known as Jaykay.

Jaykay.

Emnes, Netherlands

The surroundings were serene, with no vehicles traversing the quiet roads of this secluded area, where only two houses stood. The leaves of oak trees gracefully descended onto the road, gently rustled by the autumn breeze, signaling the arrival of September, when each tree sheds its foliage.