Chapter 5: REBIRTH
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BELLA’S POV
In my sleep, I wandered through an endless landscape that didn't feel like a dream at all. It was far too vivid, far too real.
It felt as though my soul had slipped clean out of my physical body and found its way into another world entirely—one constructed of pure light and absolute silence.
Above me, a silver sky stretched out into eternity. Stars blinked slowly, exhaling light as if they were breathing, and a moon so massive that it swallowed the horizon hung low enough for me to touch.
Everything around me glowed with a soft, ethereal radiance. My skin shimmered faintly, illuminated from within, and my fingertips trailed ribbons of stardust whenever I moved. I wasn’t afraid. I knew I should have been, but a profound, weightless emptiness anchored me to the quiet.
Before I could fully process the gravity of where I was, a sudden shift in the atmosphere alerted my senses. A presence appeared in the shadows, watching me from the periphery of the mist. I couldn't see who it was clearly, but it didn't feel like a threatening force, though it held a heavy, immutable gravity.
“You weren’t meant to love him,” the stranger's voice echoed through the silver void. The tone was entirely neutral, carrying neither malice nor pity.
I turned toward the sound, but the figure remained hidden, swallowed completely by the rolling fog.
“But my heart wanted him,” I whispered. The words tumbled from my lips naturally, though I wasn’t entirely sure why I said them, or if I had ever confessed such a truth before.
Suddenly, the weightlessness vanished. My knees gave out beneath me as the silver world began to fracture, dissolving rapidly like a memory slipping through consciousness. I looked up at the colossal moon one last time, forcing out a final, desperate thought before the void claimed me.
“I still want him,” I whispered.
Then, the stars, the moon, and the light shattered into nothingness.
In their place came a sharp, rhythmic electronic beep. The slow, mechanical sound dragged me back to reality, pulling my consciousness upward from the dark. The sterile scent of antiseptic greeted me first, quickly followed by the soft, sweet fragrance of blooming peonies—my absolute favorite.
My fingers twitched against a stiff sheet. My eyelashes fluttered, feeling as heavy as bricks as I forced my eyes open against a blinding glare.
I grimaced, my vision slowly adjusting to the stark reality of my surroundings. The ceiling above me was smooth, white, and completely unfamiliar. I blinked repeatedly, desperately trying to remember anything, and how I had ended up in this place.
Fragments of a past life flashed through my mind—a roaring crowd, blinding strobe lights, a glamorous runway where I walked and posed in designer clothes. I remembered the ecstatic cheers of a crowd, the endless flashing of cameras, and then—
Sebastian.
He had come backstage after the show. I distinctly remembered the way he had handed me an elegant bouquet of fresh peonies. The intense, consuming way he had looked at me made it feel as though I were the only living soul in his universe.
But after that memory? Nothing. Just a vast, terrifying blank space.
A dull, deep ache pulsed through every joint in my body. It wasn't a sharp pain, but rather the heavy stiffness of a physical form that seemed like it hadn't moved in a lifetime.
I tried to shift my weight, but my limbs refused to cooperate. Slowly, I turned my head toward the side of the bed, and my breath instantly caught in my throat.
A man sat right beside me, his posture stiff, his head hung low, and his large hands clenched tightly in his lap. His jaw was locked tightly. He looked as though he had been sitting in that exact chair for centuries.
When he lifted his head and his eyes met mine, a shiver ran down my spine. They were a striking, familiar gold-sheen obsidian, but they looked utterly wrecked—shadowed by a fathomless, haunting grief.
“…Sebastian?” I rasped, barely recognizing the thin, reedy sound of my own voice.
He remained unmoving in his seat, looking at me with a raw, desperate intensity, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
“Bella…” he murmured, his voice quivering slightly. “You’re finally awake.”
I attempted to push myself up, but my muscles immediately protested. His large hand shot up and gently pressed against my shoulder to keep me still.
“Don't move too much yet,” he murmured slowly, his familiar deep voice filling my ears.
Sinking back into the pillows, my eyes drifted around the room, taking in the quiet medical machinery displayed.
“What happened?” I whispered, a wave of confusion washing over me. “Where am I?”
Before Sebastian could formulate an answer, the door clicked open. A tall man stepped into the room wearing a crisp white lab coat, holding a silver clipboard in his hand. His face struck a chord of familiarity deep within me.
“Welcome back, Bella,” he greeted me, his expression softening into a warm smile.
I furrowed my brows, racking my brain to place his identity. Sensing my immediate distress, he stepped closer to the bed.
“It’s alright if you can't recall who I am just yet,” he said gently. "I’m Dr. Callum Keller, and you’re currently recovering in a private medical facility. You’ve been in intensive care for the last eleven months.”
Eleven months. Combined with the missing gaps in my memory, it felt like an eternity. The weight of his words didn't sink in all at once. They simply hovered over the bed, waiting for my mind to process the stolen time.
“Eleven months…?” I breathed.
Dr. Keller nodded somberly. “You survived a catastrophic accident that left you in critical condition. You underwent an advanced regenerative therapy, and thanks to Sebastian's absolute refusal to give up on you, the procedure was a complete success.”
I turned my head back to Sebastian. He hadn’t uttered a single word. He just sat there in silence, his eyes unblinking as they mapped every line of my face.
“I don’t remember any of it,” I muttered, panic rising in my chest.
“That is entirely normal,” Dr. Keller reassured me quickly. “Retrograde amnesia is common in trauma cases of this magnitude. Your memories may return gradually over time, or they may remain locked away. What matters most right now is that your vitals are remarkably strong, and your recovery is well ahead of schedule.”
He glanced at Sebastian, offering a respectful nod. “I’ll give you two some time alone.”
When the door clicked shut behind the doctor, a heavy silence settled over the room. Sebastian still hadn't moved an inch, watching me as if the universe would collapse if he broke eye contact.
My mind continued to race, searching for something—anything—to hold onto, but I found only emptiness.
“I thought I lost you forever,” Sebastian said finally, his voice cracking on the last word. “I’m so sorry, Bella. I don’t even deserve to be sitting in this room right now. Not after what I did.”
His hands trembled, but he forced himself to endure my gaze.
I stared at him, deeply confused by the overwhelming guilt radiating off him. Why was he apologizing so desperately?
“I won’t repeat the past,” he added fiercely, as if making a solemn vow to the shadows.
I swallowed hard, studying the sharp angles of his face. I had no context for his words, yet a sharp, phantom pang pierced my chest. This man was built like a predator—merciless, dominant. At least that's what I remembered of him. But as of this moment, there was a new, crushing humility in his posture that felt entirely foreign.
“You look… different,” I murmured, lowering my gaze to the white sheets.
A low, broken laugh escaped his chest. “A lot has changed, Bella.”
“Were we… together?” The question popped into my head out of nowhere, driven by the strange, magnetic pull vibrating between us.
Sebastian paused, a flicker of profound tenderness softening his gaze as he gave a slow nod.
“You were the most important person in my life,” he said softly. “And you always will be.”
I blinked, my mind feeling as though it had been coated in a thick fog. Nothing was more confusing than waking up to a completely empty brain.
Slowly, hesitatingly, he reached out and threaded his long fingers through my dark hair, cradling the back of my head.
“You don’t have to remember everything now,” he murmured, his eyes locking onto mine. “We’ll take it slow. One step at a time.”
I didn't know the man sitting beside me, nor did I know what terrors lay hidden in the blank spaces of my mind. But as I looked into his eyes, a profound sense of safety enveloped me.
Without overthinking, my hand reached across the blanket toward his. Sebastian caught my fingers instantly, weaving his hand through mine with an agonizing gentleness. He brought my knuckles to his lips, pressing a soft, warm kiss against my skin.
Deep within my chest, my heart beat with a renewed, thunderous rhythm.
Alive again. And entirely centered on him.
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