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A car accident? Thought of that made her head hurt again as a sharp pain rushed through the back of it, and Zaria tried to remember what the hell happened to her. And she also tried to hold onto his words, that she was okay, alive and safe. Still, the confusion was present as she couldn't remember the car accident nor who the man sitting by her side is. The panic attack was fast approaching but there was something about his voice, some sort of distant familiarity that made her doe like hues look at him and listen closely to his words. Taking in a long breath and then letting out an even longer one, the beeping of the machines began to die down as she focused on her breathing and let her eyes on Alex. Some memories started to pour in, and she looked at her hand where the wedding band would usually be. "Who are you... to me?"she asked, because she could only assume but right now, everything about assuming terrified her. "Because last I remember is... uh, finalizing the divorce and celebrating with my friends - but I'd never get into the car drunk and... that doesn't explain you, here, I..."she bit into her bottom lip, too afraid to ask what date it was, too afraid of the answer.

who are you... to me? alex stared at her, unsure of the best way to answer. would the truth overwhelm her? was it better to lie, at least for now so as to not put any undue pressure on her? he ran a hand through his hair, suddenly looking every bit as exhausted as he felt. there was no easy way to say it, no gentle way to explain. would she panic again? "you weren't drunk." he said eventually, avoiding the question entirely. "the accident wasn't your fault." beyond that, he wasn't sure what to tell her. he could say he was a friend but even the thought was laughable. "you and i met after the divorce," he told her carefully. "we were together. are together, i mean."

with her phone gone, maia felt remarkably vulnerable. she never thought she was the type to be attached to her phone, but now that she didn't have it, she found herself missing the way connection was at the tap of a finger. as they drove, maia faced the window trying to memorize a route or landmark. if she managed to escape, she'd have to relay everything to the cops.

"no," he said shortly as they stepped inside the building. "it's not." that wasn't entirely true. it belonged to him - or rather, his father - in the sense that he could use it whenever he wanted, but it wasn't a home, and it certainly wasn't his home. it was more of a safe house, or a storage unit. it was anything they needed it to be. "if i let you go now, what happens tomorrow?" he asked, meeting her gaze. "you wake up, convince yourself you have a civic duty and go running to the nearest police station? or maybe you tell a friend, a coworker, and they tell someone else, who tells someone else, and... well, you get the picture. archie led maia to the elevator, and once they reached the fifth floor, out into the hallway. he was silent as he unlocked the door and stood aside, gesturing for her to go in first.

Takeshi hadn't anticipated her presence to be this suffocating. How could you actually yearn for someone whose proximity will take your breath away constantly? He only had himself to blame. If only he had been honest and set boundaries. At her question, Takeshi's a thousand mile thoughts halted. "Still breathing." His answer stopped short as bitterness flooded his tongue. "Apparently that's something to be grateful for." Takeshi let out a shuddering breath, dark gaze finally peeling itself off the random traffic going on below and onto Maddison. Even in the frigid wind, underneath dim lamps which barely lighted the rooftop, she look ethereal. Takeshi forced himself to look away, shifting in his stance as he rubbed his hands together to bring warmth. "I should have told you about Nyla." A sigh. A click of his tongue as he was briefly reminded of the heated argument which happened a few days ago. "I don't know what kind of picture she has painted to you about us. And it doesn't really matter... The fact remains that I..." a painful lump had formed in his throat. He cast a sideway glance to her, almost afraid of Maddison's reaction. "I wasn't honest with you. And... uh... that was... that was not okay."

for a long moment, maddison said nothing, she just listened. she had imagined this conversation more times than she would ever admit in the weeks that had followed their last interaction. in most versions she had been angrier. now that she had had time to process and reflect, she was calmer, more detached from the situation. when he finished, she looked up at him. despite everything, a faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "i don't remember actually mentioning nyla." she knew she hadn't, she had been too humiliated to admit it. she was making light of it now but it still hurt, though she was refusing to acknowledge it. he had a girlfriend so he was off limits and that was that, end of conversation. "it just took me off guard, i guess." a soft sigh escaped her as she looked back out over the city. "but it's fine, there's no need to apologise. there's nothing... i mean, nothing happened. we're friends. it's all good." the smile she gave him didn't quite meet her eyes. "and nyla's great! and you're great, and i'm sure you guys are great together, so..." she trailed off, cringing inwardly at her own awkwardness.

“i don’t know… i mean, i don’t remember.” a deep sigh slips out, heavy with emotion, because she really can’t remember anything. not just the accident. it feels like a black hole, like entire pieces of her life are just… gone. her eyes search alex’s face, looking for something. recognition, familiarity, anything. there’s this feeling that he’s important, that he matters, but she can’t explain how or why. and the way he’s looking at her… it’s like he’s hoping for the same thing. “a friend.” the word doesn’t sit right, but she doesn’t have anything else to argue with. “okay… what’s your name? i’m lauren.” a small smile forms, faint and uncertain. a knock at the door pulls her attention away. a woman in a white coat steps inside, introducing herself as a doctor. she smiles at lauren, asking if she can examine her. lauren nods, glancing back at alex. because right now, he feels like the only thing close to steady, something she can hold onto. the doctor’s hands are cold as they touch her, a light flashing in her eyes before a series of questions follow. questions she can’t seem to answer.

what's your name? i'm lauren. as if they were strangers meeting for the first time. he had imagined a hundred different versions of this moment through all the days he had spent sitting at her bedside, waiting for her to wake up. needless to say, none of them had involved having to introduce himself. "i'm alex," he said quietly, shooting her a small, albeit slightly strained, smile. before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door and a doctor stepped into the room. alex immediately moved himself out of the way whilst she examined lauren, settling over by the window and folding his arms across his chest as he watched. far enough that he wasn't in the way, but not so far that he had disappeared entirely. what's your name? the doctor asked her. do you know where you are? what day is it? what's the last thing you remember? the only question she answered with any confidence was her name, and the knot in alex's stomach grew.

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"I was just wondering if you'd want a dinner to go with that wine or is the bottle enough?" Julian's voice was serious but his features were devoid of any harshness; quite the contrary, somehow, he was barely suppressing a smile. Ever since the wedding, the attorney couldn't say that he'd had many reasons to smile, but he didn't begrudge any of it on his new wife. What had happened was unnecessarily cruel and outdated, and Julian himself couldn't say that he was a big fan of it, but still had agreed to do it knowing the consequences full well. Welcoming a woman who could easily be his downfall into his home hadn't been on the cards for his near future, but now that it had come to it, the man was tired of living with a stranger, the air choked and heavy with animosity. There was no overlooking the way she straightened her spine when she heard him come home and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to be able to keep looking at her, while she had her guard down. "Lets go out, Aurora. Have dinner with me anywhere you'd like. Show me your favorite spot."

the look that aurora gave julian was nothing short of distrustful. since the wedding, he had mostly given her space. what had inspired this sudden interest in spending time together? her narrowed eyes studied his face, searching for some indication of what he might be up to, but he seemed genuine. either he was just as good a liar - if not better - as she was, or he simply did just want to get dinner. she couldn't decide which was worse. julian did not seem to her to be the monster she had built him up to be in her head, which was inconvenient because he would have been easier to hate if he had lived up to her expectations. it was irritating at the very least to realise that he was perhaps underserving of the resentment she had been harbouring. "dinner?" she echoed eventually, unable to keep the disbelief from colouring her tone. "why?"