Lila's pov
I slowly opened my eyes, disoriented. My head felt heavy, and I felt an heavy headache. I blinked, trying to clear my vision. Where am I? It took me a moment to realize. I was in my own bed, the familiar blue walls surrounding me. But everything felt strange, as if I had just stepped into a dream.
I sat up, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my head. My mouth was dry, and a wave of confusion washed over me. What happened? I couldn't remember anything from the last few days. My heart raced as I searched my mind, but all I found was emptiness.
As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the floor felt cool beneath my feet. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. A delicious smell wafted up the stairs, pulling me toward the kitchen. My stomach growled, and I felt like I hadn't eaten in a while.
I stood and the room felt like an earthquake was happening I leaned against the wall for support, I took a shaky steps down.The smell of food grew stronger as I made my way down the stairs, filling me with a strange sense of comfort.
When I reached the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks. Alex was there, cooking breakfast. He wore an apron, and his hair was slightly tousled. It took me a second to process what I was seeing. Alex was home. Not out saving the world, but here, in our kitchen, making breakfast. I couldn't remember the last time this happened.
"Lila!" He turned, his face lighting up with a warm smile. "You're awake! I was just about to come get you."
"Alex…" My voice was soft, still trying to shake off the fog in my mind. "What happened? I feel so weak and I can't remember anything ."
His expression shifted for a brief moment, a flicker of something in his eyes—guilt? I couldn't tell. But he quickly brushed it off, stepping closer. "You fainted during our anniversary dinner. I brought you home to rest."
Anniversary dinner? I frowned, trying to recall any details. But my mind was a blank slate. I felt lost, like I had missed an important part of my memories.
"I don't remember any of it," I admitted, my heart sinking. "I don't even remember the dinner."
Alex's smile softened, and he reached for my hand. "It's okay. You've been under a lot of stress lately. I was worried about you. So i called the hospital for a few weeks of leave But you're home now, and I'm here."
His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making me feel safe. But something still felt off. I looked into his eyes, searching for the truth. "Are you sure that's all it was?"
He squeezed my hand, his touch reassuring. "You just needed some rest, Lila. Nothing to worry about. Let's eat breakfast. I made your favorite."
I nodded, trying to push aside the unease"Okay."
As I sat at the table, Alex served me scrambled eggs and toast. I could feel his gaze on me, a mix of warmth and concern. I wanted to believe him, to trust that everything was fine. But the nagging feeling in my gut wouldn't let go.
"Thank you for taking care of me," I said, forcing a smile.
"Of course! I love you," he replied, leaning closer and kissing my forehead.
His affection felt genuine. But the memory of his guilty expression lingered in my mind, pulling at my thoughts. Did I really faint? Or was there something more?
As we ate, I tried to relax, but my thoughts kept wandering back to the past few days. Why couldn't I remember? I was missing some important information. I forced myself to focus on the food, chewing slowly to buy time.
"What did we do for our anniversary?" I asked, hoping to spark a memory.
Alex's smile faltered slightly before he recovered. "We went to that nice restaurant downtown. You loved the pasta there."
I nodded, trying to picture it, but the image wouldn't come. "What else?"
He hesitated, and I could see the wheels turning in his mind. "We just enjoyed each other's company. You were so happy."
"Yeah,you actually made it?" I asked, still searching for any trace of that happiness in my own mind. But all I found was a fog of confusion.
"Yeah," he replied, his voice soothing. "You even laughed at my terrible jokes."
I forced a laugh, trying to play along, but it felt hollow. I looked down at my plate, my stomach knotting with uncertainty. Why couldn't I remember anything? I wanted to feel the joy he described, but it slipped away from me.
"By the way," he added, "I took the day off. No hero work today. It's just you and me."
That caught me off guard. Alex rarely took time off. "You're not working today?"
He smiled. "Nope. It's all about us."