She stayed longer than she should have.
Loved harder than she was loved.
And in the end… it still wasn’t enough.
Then the accident happens.
When she wakes up, she doesn’t remember him. Not the years she spent waiting, not the nights she cried, not the way she kept choosing him even when he never chose her.
This time, she lets go—easily, naturally… like he never mattered.
At first, he doesn’t believe it.
He thinks it’s just another way she’s trying to reach him.
But then she stops calling.
Stops waiting.
Stops loving him.
And that’s when it hits him.
He didn’t lose her in the accident.
He lost her long before that.
Now, the only question is—
If she remembers everything… will she still walk away?

📖 CHAPTER ONE — The Last Time She Waited


Lena checked her phone for the fourth time in ten minutes.


She let out a small breath and glanced at the café door again, trying not to look as anxious as she felt. Around her, people talked, laughed, lived—completely unaware of how heavy something as simple as waiting could feel.


The coffee in front of her had gone cold.


"He's late again?" the waitress asked gently as she passed by.


Lena forced a small smile. "He's… busy."


It came out softer than she intended. Like an excuse she had repeated too many times.


The truth was, she didn't even know if he was coming anymore.


Then another message finally came through.


Her fingers tightened slightly around her phone, but she didn't reply. What was there to say?


By the time she stepped out of the café, the sky had already begun to darken. The air was colder than she expected, or maybe she just felt it more tonight.


She walked slowly, her mind quieter than usual.


For a second—just a second—her heart lifted.


She let the screen go dark and slipped the phone back into her pocket.


Maybe this was how it always ended—not with a fight, not with a dramatic goodbye…


The sound of tires screeching came too suddenly.


A shout—she wasn't even sure if it was hers.


When Lena opened her eyes again, everything felt… distant.


The light above her was too bright. The air smelled sterile. Her head ached in a way she couldn't quite explain.


She blinked slowly, her vision struggling to focus.


His eyes were fixed on her like he was holding his breath.


Relief. Fear. Something deeper she couldn't place.


"Lena," he said again, softer this time. "It's me."


Her lips parted, her voice barely above a whisper—


The kind that doesn't just fill a room—


Chapter 1 - The Last Time She Waited.