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Unaware: Forgotten Love

Unaware: Forgotten Love

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Chapter 1 The Awakening

Word Count: 1095    |    Released on: 13/11/2024

le against her skin, a sharp separate to the warmth she expected to feel. Her eyes vacillated open slowly, and a blinding white light invited her. A questionabl

s she? Her judgment skills got a handle on straws, but everything felt... clear. No memories came, no recognizable faces surface

er lungs with each shallow breath she managed to require. A mending center. She was in a clinic. The pale blue dividers were cold and impassive, the shades dra

hat she'd been silent for a long time. Licking her broken lips, she e

re a

alm tap. A sustain, middle-aged with kind, tired eyes, entered the room holding a

port yelled, surging to Amanda's b

Of course, she was awake-wasn't she persistently? But as the sustain complained over the machines, checking her vitals, Ama

bility. He looked at Amanda, at that point back at the sustain, who was clarifying in speedy whispers how they had

unfaltering, as on the off chance that he had done this a thousa

the advancement sent a melancholy harmed through her skull. Her mou

times as of late turning back to Amanda. "I'm Dr. Wilkes. You've bee

more desperately. She fought to handle the information. A plane crash? Six weeks? It made no sense. She racked her brain for a

ge like this. Memory mishap is common, especially with head wounds. But the basi

a handle on onto a couple of sense of control. "Who... who am I?" she asked, the address

oo bad for in his eyes was unmistakable. "Your title is Amanda Hart. You're a businesswo

sted nothing to her. The title was cleanse, void of memories or sentiments. She was a businesswoman? Product

ee you. He's been by your side

inside the cleft? Her heart hustled with a streak of belief, but as we

reathing, her judgment skills turning with conceivable results. She tuned in to the strides outside the en

center rooms. His hair was gloomy, and there was a scruff of a bristles along his jaw, as if to show disdain toward the reality that he hadn't bothered shaving f

is voice cruel in any case c

him down, but her judgment skills were st

ckly hid it with a supporting smile. "We don't genuinely know each other well. I was on t

aught in her thro

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