Sophia's heart pounded as she stepped out of the café. The weight of Cassidy's words still echoed in her ears, but now, it wasn't confusion or pain that filled her chest—it was love.
I need to see him. I need to tell him today.
She rushed to her car, ignoring the light drizzle that had started to fall. As she gripped the steering wheel, her hands trembled—not from fear, but from urgency. For once, she didn't want to overthink or wait for the perfect moment.
Today… I'll tell him everything.
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Meanwhile, at the hospital, Adrian stood in full surgical gear. An emergency heart transplant was underway—an intense, risky procedure. His focus was absolute, his hands steady, but somewhere deep inside, he felt restless.
He didn't know why.
Something was pulling at his heart.
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Back on the road, Sophia's thoughts spun faster than her tires. She smiled through the nerves, imagining his face when she finally said those words.
I still love you, Adrian.
But fate had other plans.
As she crossed the signal, a truck ran the red light. The screech of tires. A blinding flash. The deafening crunch of metal.
Then silence.
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Two hours later…
"Dr. Adrian! You're needed in the ER. There's been a car crash. The patient—female, mid-30s. She had no ID, and she's unconscious—severe head trauma."
Adrian wiped the sweat from his brow after the surgery, exhausted but alert. "What's the name?"
"We don't know yet… but the paramedics said she was on her way to the hospital. They found a bouquet and a note. It had your name on it."
Adrian froze.
His heart stopped.
A minute later, he was sprinting toward the ER.
And there she was—bruised, bloodied, broken.
"Sophia…"
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Hours passed.
Adrian sat beside her hospital bed, holding her hand, silently praying.
When she finally stirred, blinking against the harsh white lights, her lips parted weakly.
"W-Who… who are you?"
Adrian's breath caught.
"It's me… Adrian."
She blinked again, confused. "I… I don't know you."
She looked down at her hand in his, eyes wide.
"I… where am I? Who am I?"