YOU ASKED ME TO FORGET

CHAPTER 1 — THE WOMAN WHO HAD NO NAME I woke up to silence. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that feels wrong. My eyes opened slowly, but for a few seconds I didn’t understand where I was. White ceiling. Cold lights. The smell of disinfectant. Hospital. I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to me. Then I realized something worse. I couldn’t remember anything. Nothing. Not my name. Not my age. Not my family. Not how I got here. Just… emptiness. The door opened softly. A nurse stepped in, checked a machine beside my bed, then smiled like she had done this a hundred times. “You’re awake,” she said gently. I tried to speak, but my throat felt dry. “Who… am I?” I finally asked. The nurse hesitated for a fraction of a second. That small pause scared me more than anything. “You don’t remember?” I shook my head slowly. She sighed, like she already knew this was coming. “I’ll call the doctor.” When she left, the room felt even bigger. Too quiet. Too clean. Too controlled. Like even my thoughts were being watched. A few minutes later, the door opened again. This time, it wasn’t the doctor. It was him. I don’t know why, but the moment I saw him, my chest tightened slightly. Tall. Calm posture. Dark coat. Expression unreadable. He didn’t smile. He just looked at me like he already knew everything about me. The nurse followed behind him, whispering something, but he ignored her. His eyes stayed on me. Only me. “You’re awake,” he said. His voice was low. Controlled. Familiar… somehow. I swallowed. “Who are you?” That question made something flicker in his face. Not shock. Something deeper. Like pain. But it disappeared quickly. He stepped closer. “I’m Damian,” he said calmly. Then he paused. “And you’re safe now.” I stared at him. “I don’t know you.” A long silence. Then he said something that made my heart skip for reasons I didn’t understand. “You used to.” The room suddenly felt colder. “I don’t remember anything,” I whispered. “I know.” He looked at me for a moment longer than necessary. Like he was studying something broken. Then he pulled a chair and sat beside my bed. Too close. Not enough space to escape. “You were in an accident,” he said. “What kind of accident?” His jaw tightened slightly. “A car crash.” I tried to think. Anything. A memory. A feeling. A name. Nothing came. Only emptiness. “Why do I feel like you’re lying?” I asked quietly. That made him stop. Just for a second. Then he smiled. A small smile. But it didn’t reach his eyes. “Because you don’t trust me yet,” he said. I stared at him. “Yet?” He leaned forward slightly. His voice dropped. “You will.” Before I could respond, the doctor entered the room. He glanced between us, clearly uncomfortable. “Mr. Damian,” he said carefully, “she still hasn’t regained any memory. It may take time… or it may never return.” Damian didn’t look away from me. “I know,” he replied. The doctor cleared his throat. “There are also some legal procedures we need to—” “No,” Damian interrupted. Just one word. Sharp. Final. The doctor stopped immediately. Something about that made my stomach tighten. What kind of person shuts down a doctor like that? When the doctor left, silence returned again. I shifted slightly in bed. “Why are you here every time I wake up?” I asked. A pause. Then he said: “Because I told you I would be.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” His eyes softened slightly. Just for a moment. “You asked me once,” he said quietly, “to stay.” I frowned. “I did?” “Yes.” I searched his face. Nothing. No memory. No recognition. Only confusion. “If I knew you… why don’t I feel anything?” I asked. That question made the air change. His expression tightened again. Like he was holding something back. “Because your memory was taken,” he said finally. I froze. “…taken?” He stood up slowly. “Yes.” My heartbeat started to rise. “By who?” That was the first time he hesitated. Really hesitated. And when he answered, his voice was lower than before. “By me.” Silence. Everything inside me went still. I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh or say it was a joke. But he didn’t. He just looked at me. Like he was waiting for me to understand something I wasn’t ready for. My voice came out barely above a whisper. “Why would you do that to me?” For the first time since he entered the room… Damian looked away. And said: “Because you asked me to forget everything… including me.” chapter 2 coming soon..........