MainNovelChapter 34 ~ Do you know me?
ATHENA
My chest aches.
| can't breathe.
Everything feels wrong. Too loud. Too bright.
| blink, and the world feels... foreign. Unfamiliar. My head spins, like I'm coming back from somewhere far away,
somewhere cold, and the weight of the air is too thick. | try to move, but my body doesn't respond. It's like I'm
trapped under something, unable to get out.
The feeling of drowning is still in my throat, in my lungs, like | never really cup for air.
Am | dead?
| try to focus, to make sense of what's around me.
The loud beeping sound of the machine and a deep voice that keeps callingpullsback.
But the weight in my chest, it's not just the air.
It's the memory.
The bubbles, lack of oxygen, and the pain I felt from my nose go all the way to my chest.
I don't know where | am.
| don't know how | got here.
My heart races, and | try to breathe, but the air feels like it's suffocating me. | gasp, my body jerking with panic,
desperate for a full breath.
| feel like I'm falling. Sinking deep in the water, making it hard forto breathe.
| gasp, but it doesn't feel like it's enough. The air is there, | know it is, but my
lungs won't take it in. My throat burns, my body seizes, and for a terrifying second, | swear I'm still underwater.
The weight of the water crushes me, pressing down on my chest, filling my lungs with nothing but panic. My
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfingers claw at the sheets, gripping them like a lifeline, but they slip through my hands like water. Like I'm
sinking all over again.
No. No. | can't go through this again please!
A loud beeping sound fills my ears, but it's drowned out by the rush of water in my head. My pulse hammers, the
sound loud, distorted. The memory swallowswhole.
I see it.
The water.
Dark, endless, pullingdown.
| can feel it. The way it burned as it forced itself into my lungs, the way my body fought, then slowed, then gave
up.
A strangled sound leaves my throat-half a sob, half a desperate gasp for air that won't come.
Hands grip my shoulders. Warm, firm. They shake me, groundingin the present, but | can't focus. | can't
breathe.
| hear a voice, deep and commanding, but the words don't make sense.
I'm still drowning.
Still lost in that cold, black abyss.
The pressure in my chest builds. My heart slams against my ribs, fast and frantic, like it's trying to escape.
Then suddenly, my lips feel like they're being pressed against something soft that tastes like mint. My brain
wrecks as | try to figure out what it is when | realize I'm being kissed.
My eyes fly open, the world tilting violently. The too-bright lights. The blurred figure above me. The air, thick and
suffocating, but there.
| choke, gasping as reality crashes in. I'm not underwater.
I'm not dying.
But he kissed me!
Why is he kissing me?
| feel hands gentle, but firm on my arm, pullingback from the edge of panic.
| blink again, trying to make sense of
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the face in front of me. But the s are
edges of the man's
blurry, his green eyes too intense, too demanding and he's fucking tall!
Who is he?
He looks familiar, too familiar but | can't place him. His jaw is sharp, blonde hair and his eyes are so green it feels
like when you look at him for so long you'll get lostin them.
Even as he pullsto him, I can feel how well built he is. | bet he's as hard as a
rock under that Shirt.
But... nothing clicks. Nothing fits.
Why would such a hot guy be hugging me?
"Athena." His voice is soft, but it cuts
through the fog in my brain. It's like g to pulltoward be
he's
like I'm tethered to him somehow.
And he smells so good, I'm tempted to smell him. When | remember he's a complete stranger makingback
away and shrink away from him.
How does this stranger know my name?
Hurt crosses his features, but he recovers so quickly | wonder if | imagined it.
| blink again, trying to focus on him while creating as much distance between us as possible.
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"Who..."
| swallow, my throat dry, scratchy.
Who... is he?
He leans closer, his eyes searching mine, as though he's waiting forto know.
But I don't.
I don't know him.
"Who... who are you?" | croak, the words coming out slightly broken from how dry my throat is.
His eyes flash, something flickering again.
Frustration?
Hurt?
I can't tell.
But I don't know him.
If | knew a guy as good looking as him, I'd never forget it.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Please don't pull away from me." His deep voice pulls
"Do you know me?" | ask.
He nods.
| bite my lip, not knowing what to say.
"What happened?" | ask.
Well if he knowsand | don't remember him then it's only fair he tellswhat
I'm missing.
But a part of my brain keeps nagging and wondering if | can really trust him.
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