Carlos' POV
It's been days, and I still haven't stopped bothering her.
Even if she's clearly annoyed with me, I don't care anymore. I'll swallow my pride if that's what it takes.
I already found out where she's staying—she's living with a doctor… Leo's sister, apparently. I haven't met her yet. Honestly, I don't want to. She might mistake me for Leo and break down, and I don't think I'm ready to deal with that.
Even now, I'm still shaken by what I learned.
Leo didn't make it.
He died before the ambulance even reached the hospital. The doctor said I was lucky to survive… even though my injuries were worse than his.
Every time I think about it, something in me aches for him.
There was even a moment when I wondered if we were somehow related. But the DNA test showed only a small percentage—nothing significant. Still, the resemblance between us is uncanny. Until now, it remains a mystery.
All I can do is pray for him… wherever he is.
He was a good cop. He risked everything for what he believed in—and for Elena.
And I know… when Elena gets her memories back, she'll realize that too. She'll understand everything Leo sacrificed for her.
As for me…
My mission now is simple: bring her memories back.
I want her to remember me.
I want her back—the Elena I loved… and feared at the same time.
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So here I am, waiting outside the hospital.
She comes here often—probably visiting someone.
The moment I saw her walking out, I quickly started my motorcycle and stopped right in front of her, making her flinch.
"You again?" she said, clearly irritated, then tried to walk past me.
I grabbed her wrist before she could leave.
"Let go of me, or I'll scream," she warned.
"Why are you so mad at me?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep following me?"
"Because I won't stop until you remember me."
"How many times do I have to tell you? I don't know you! And listen—" she pointed a finger at me—"if you keep this up, I'm calling the police."
"I am the police," I shot back.
She paused for a second.
"I don't care who you are! Just go away!" she snapped, lightly pushing me aside.
I smirked. "So this is what you're like now… kinda feisty."
"What was that?" she turned, glaring.
"Nothing. I just said you look really beautiful today."
I couldn't help but grin when I saw her cheeks turn slightly red.
Still got it.
I ran a hand through my hair—only to realize she was already walking away.
"Hey, wait!" I called, quickly starting my bike and matching her pace.
"Want a ride?" I offered.
No answer.
"It's free. I won't charge you."
Still nothing.
Wow… getting her to warm up is way harder than before. She's nothing like the Elena I used to know.
"Why are you so grumpy?"
"None of your business! Can you just leave me alone?!"
"I'm not in front of you," I said casually. "I'm beside you."
She stopped and shot me a burning glare.
"When are you going to stop bothering me?" she demanded.
I pretended to think. "Hmm… maybe when there's a 32nd day on the calendar."
She frowned. "There's no such thing as the 32nd!"
"Exactly," I said with a grin. "That's why I'm not stopping."
"Ugh! I swear, I'm going to kill a cop one day!" she yelled, storming off.
I watched her for a second… then called out softly—
"My wife…"
She froze.
Didn't turn around. Didn't move.
"That's what you used to call me," I continued. "Don't you remember?"
No response.
I got off my bike and started walking toward her—but before I could get closer, she stepped away.
"I need to go," she said.
"Elena, wait—!"
But this time… I didn't chase her.
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Elena's POV
"My wife…"
I froze.
My chest tightened suddenly, like something inside me was breaking apart.
I pressed a hand against my chest as my heartbeat went wild.
What… is happening to me?
"That's what you used to call me…"
His voice echoed in my head.
The pain intensified. My breathing grew uneven.
And then—
Tears.
I blinked in shock as I felt them fall.
Wait… why am I crying?
My hands started trembling.
What is wrong with me?
I forced myself to move—one step, then another—until suddenly I broke into a run.
"I need to go," I said, not even sure if he heard me.
I didn't look back.
I couldn't.
But after a few steps, my body gave out. I stopped in the middle of the road, clutching my chest again.
It hurt so much.
Then dizziness hit me.
Voices echoed inside my head—
"Elena… that's your name, right? How… how did you die?"
"Are you talking to me again?!"
Images flashed.
Blurry. Broken. Unfamiliar… yet somehow mine.
"My wife…"
The words repeated over and over, louder and louder, until everything went dark.
And I collapsed.