Ayva’s POVTwo months flew by in the blink of an eye, and now it was my final day of physical therapy. I had made remarkable progress—I could walk flawlessly and even run as fast as I pleased. Though my memory hadn't returned, I was overjoyed to regain my independence, no longer confined to a wheelchair.Earlier, I had texted Justin to let him know that the doctor had discharged me. He replied, saying he was in a meeting. As much as I hated to admit it, his message made me a little sad. Justin had been there for me throughout the past two months, accompanying me to the hospital and even arranging for his secretary to be by my side on the days he couldn't make it. But today, for the first time, I had come to the hospital all by myself.After bidding farewell to the nurses, I stepped out of the hospital, taking a deep breath. I felt liberated, happy, and capable of going anywhere I desired. Normally, I would head back to Amanda's house after therapy, but today, I wanted to go somewhere

Ayva’s POVMy heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I tried to process what Justin had just said. I couldn't tell if I had misheard him or if he had truly uttered the words that stung my heart. "W-what did you... I'm not sure I heard you correctly," I stammered, my voice trembling with disbelief and hope. I kept my eyes fixed on his side profile, waiting anxiously for his response, my palms growing clammy with each passing second.He let out a heavy sigh before delivering the words that felt like a bucket of icy water thrown in my face. "I'm getting married, Ayva. The wedding is in a month.""Why?" I blurted out, realizing immediately that I had asked the wrong question. "I mean, how? Since when? And why are you only telling me now?" Despite our past relationship, I believed Justin and I were close enough to talk about important matters like getting married. Did this mean that none of the time we spent together meant anything to him? Were the meals we shared and the laughter we enj

Justin's POVMy body tensed up the moment Ayva wrapped her arms around my torso. I couldn't quite explain why her touch had that effect on me, but it did. It was like an involuntary reaction that I couldn't control, no matter how many times she touched me."I'm sorry," I whispered to her as she sobbed into my chest. I had unintentionally scared her, and I felt terrible about it. Gradually, my body started to relax under her touch, and I gently patted her hair, hoping to convey a sense of safety."We should get out of this place," I suggested, pulling back slightly to look at her face. She nodded, wiping her tears with the back of her hand.Throughout the ride home, Ayva remained silent. As much as I appreciated moments of silence, I couldn't help but miss her chatty nature. The silence reminded me of who she used to be."What are you thinking about?" I suddenly asked, breaking the silence that had lasted for thirty minutes.She took a moment to gather her thoughts, then shrugged."I w

Justin’s POV"What do you think of tomorrow? Will you be free?" Jace asked Ayva, and I found myself feeling like a third wheel, my jaw clenching tightly as I watched their interaction."Yeah, I am," Ayva replied, flashing him a sheepish smile. "8 pm?""Perfect!" Jace grinned, and a huge scowl etched itself onto my face. "So... I should get your number, don't you think?" I hated that Justin was openly flirting with Ayva, even though he knew how I felt about her."Um, I don't have a phone," Ayva said at the same time I blurted out, "Don't you have a flight to catch?""Oh my God! Jace, I'll kill you if I miss my flight," Bella exclaimed, wrapping her arm around mine."Can't you just take a taxi?" Jace snapped."No way! You brought me here, so you're taking me back," she said defiantly, folding her arms across her chest."You're so annoying!" Jace exclaimed, clearly frustrated. He glanced down at Ayva, and I couldn't help but notice the way his anger melted away, replaced by a smile as he

Justin's POVI suppose Jace was right. I was a selfish asshole. I didn't want to be with Ayva, yet I couldn't bear the thought of someone else having her. I'd neglected her feelings for me these past few weeks, dismissing them as if they weren't real. It was easier for me to pretend they didn't exist rather than confront them. I pushed her away when she tried to get close, making it clear that I didn't want her, that we couldn't be together. But the moment Jace showed interest in her, I couldn't handle the thought of her being into someone else. I wanted to claim her as mine, even though I had no right to.It was stupid of me to want her thinking of me while on a date with another man. But I didn't care. I was selfish enough to want her to keep wanting me and only me until she got her memory back. Maybe deep down, I knew that once she remembered everything, she'd see me as just a friend from school. Maybe that's why I wanted to hold onto those feelings she had for me for as long as ne