Chapter 002: The Bomb
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When I woke up, I noticed that the room was quiet, except for the sound of my own breathing and the soft hum of the machines around me. I felt a sense of disorientation, like I was in a strange place that I didn't recognize.
I tried to move my limbs, but they felt heavy and unresponsive, like they were weighed down by sandbags. I felt a sharp pain in my head, like someone was squeezing my brain in a vice. I noticed that the room was dimly lit, with curtains drawn around my bed to shield me from the outside world.
I felt a chill in the air, and realized that I was wearing a thin hospital gown that left me exposed and vulnerable. I tried to sit up, but my body was weak and sore, like I had been beaten up or run over by a truck.
I noticed that my arms and legs were hooked up to IV tubes and wires, and that I had a bandage on my forehead. I tried to remember what happened to me, but my mind was blank, like a slate wiped clean. I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest, wondering if I was alone or if someone was coming to help me.
A man putting on a doctor's coat walked in. "He must be the doctor," I thought to myself. I asked in a low voice, "Where am I?"
The doctor replied, "You were in a car accident and you are lucky to be alive."
As he spoke, all I could think of was Derek and what exactly happened to him. Is he really dead?
My mind raced with questions, and I felt a sense of dread wash over me. The doctor looked at me with a serious expression, and I knew that he was about to tell me something that I didn't want to hear. I braced myself for the worst, and listened as he spoke in a calm, measured tone.
“You were the only one who made it alive from that accident, you should really be grateful."
My heart sank as I heard those words, and I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
After a few minutes, my mum and Amy came into the room. I could see the fear and worry on their faces as they approached me.
“How are you feeling?" my mum asked, holding my right hand. I could feel the warmth and reassurance of her touch, and it made me feel a little better.
“I'm fine mum, I will always be," I said reassuring her. I wanted to put her mind at ease and let her know that I was going to be okay.
I turned to Amy, and I could see the sadness and pain in her eyes. It was as if she knew what I wanted to ask before I even said anything. She shook her head slowly, and I knew that it wasn't good news.
“Where is Derek?" I asked, looking into her eyes. I needed to know what had happened to him, even though I was afraid of the answer.
"Not now, Aria. Look at where the last question and answer got you," Amy said, her voice trembling with emotion.
“Derek is gone. Please focus on your health. I don't want to lose you too. Please stay with me," she said, sobbing.
I could feel the weight of her words, and I knew that she was right. I needed to focus on getting better,But it is hard for me to accept that Derek was gone.
I left the hospital five days later, feeling numb and empty. It was hard to believe that Derek was gone forever. The reality of the situation was slowly sinking in, and it was a painful process. The memories of our time together kept playing in my head, and I couldn't help but think about all the things we had planned to do together.
I had confirmed Derek's death from one of his friends, and it was a tough pill to swallow. I was in denial for a while, hoping that it was all a bad dream. But the truth was that he was gone, and there was nothing I could do to bring him back.
The day of his burial was a blur. I remember feeling so lost and alone as I watched them lower his casket into the ground. It was like a part of me had died with him, and I didn't know how to move on.
For days, I was crying at every slight remembrance of him. The things he bought for me, the pictures we took together, the memories still lingered. I couldn't bring myself to focus on anything else.
Amy was not around to help me cope. She had traveled to receive a certificate, and I missed her so much. It was hard to go through this alone, and I wished that she was here with me. But I knew that she had to do what she needed to do, and I didn't want to hold her back.
I felt so alone and lost without Derek. I didn't know how to move on from this, and I didn't know if I ever would. All I knew was that life would never be the same again.
I had to talk to someone, so I brought out my phone and called Amy. "Hello, Amy," I said in a low voice.
Amy asked, "Have you been crying?" loudly.
"I couldn’t help it. I can’t stop remembering him. I feel like I can perceive him everywhere, and I can still see his face everywhere. Why did Derek have to do this to me?" I said, sobbing.
"Take it easy, Aria. Please take it easy. It’s hard, but it has happened. Remember, you made a promise not to cry too much to me," Amy said.
"I’m trying, Amy. I’m trying my best not to, but I miss him," I said, sobbing
Suddenly, I started breathing heavily. I was gradually going out of breath. I dropped my phone while trying to calm myself down, but I could still hear Amy shouting, "Breathe in, Aria. Breathe in."
I started feeling better thanks to Amy. "Thank you, Amy," I said, picking up the phone.
"Always love, and please be fine," Amy said.
"I will, and you too," I said, ending the call.
Weeks went by, and I finally resumed work. The company was owned by my billionaire father, Mr. Miller, so I didn't have to do much work around.
But this time, I filed in for too much work to keep my mind busy. Everything was gradually getting back to normal, and I was learning to live with the fact that Derek was gone for life.
I visited his house countless times, hoping that he would one day open the door. Until one day, a total stranger came out of the house. It had been sold. I couldn't go there again, and instead, I visited his grave anytime I missed him.
This morning , I was in my room preparing to go to work when my mum came in with an envelope.
"Hey beautiful," she said, dropping the envelope on the bed towards me. "I need you to go through that file. In fact, don't worry, just sign on it."
"What's it for, mum?" I said, walking towards the bed.
"It's for your wedding," she said, with a smile on her face. "You're getting married in seven days."
I was shocked. "What?" I shouted, unable to believe what I was hearing.
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