He promised he’d always come home to her. And he did. Just not as the man who loved her. Forty-seven days. That’s how long {Y/N} sat beside Emerson’s hospital bed, begging him to wake up. Forty-seven days of whispered prayers, sleepless nights, and protecting the tiny life growing inside her. And when his beautiful hazel eyes finally opened? He called another woman’s name. His ex-girlfriend’s name. The accident had stolen five years of memories, including every kiss, every promise, and the future they’d planned together. Now the man who once adored her looks at her like a stranger, while she carries a baby he doesn’t remember dreaming of. But memories have a cruel way of returning, and by the time Emerson remembers the woman he was going to marry, she might have finally learned how to live without him. Because the cruelest kind of heartbreak isn’t losing someone to death. It’s watching them live a life where you no longer belong, knowing you were so close to forever, only to become his… almost..~
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@KissedByChaos_The first thing Emerson noticed when he woke up was the ceiling. White. Fluorescent. Wrong. The second thing was the pain—a dull, throbbing ache that radiated from his ribs down to his left leg, wrapped in bandages he didn't remember putting on. The third thing was the woman crying beside his bed, clutching his hand like a prayer.