The morning light hit her eyes gently, but Elara didn’t feel calm at all.Pagdilat niya, white ceiling ulit ang nakita niya. White walls. Hospital room. Machines. Paulit-ulit lang.She touched her head slowly, hoping kahit papano may maalala siya today. Pero wala.Blanko.“Who… was I before all this…?” she whispered to herself, voice cracking.Parang may gustong maalala ang isip niya ngunit walang lumalabas—mga larawan, magugulong tunog lang pero hindi niya maintindihan. Hindi buo ang bawat pangyayari sa isip niya.She tried to remember the face of the baby’s father. Who she was. Pero wala rin. Just darkness.Her chest felt heavy again. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping the pressure would force something to appear…But all she saw—Rain. Bangin. Screaming. A hand pulling her. Lucas.Si Lucas lang ang malinaw.Only Lucas.Then the door opened quietly.Lucas walked in, dalang dalawang cups ng warm milk, may maliit na paper bag, and a soft smile.“Gising ka na, How are you now? does it
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