For the entire night, Arwen sat beside Aiden, watching him. As the medicine worked on him, his complexion got better. The redness of his face faded, returning back to his usual skin tone.
He still looked slightly pale, but as she held his hand, she knew he was getting better.
Although she had been observing him, taking care of him —her thoughts were not just on him. It was going back to think over what Jason said before leaving.
His words didn’t seem to be just a random thought. The way he looked at her —it felt like he meant something serious.
But what would it be?
He talked about him having a strong influence on Aiden. She stared at Aiden’s face, and her brows furrowed at the possibility. Even she felt the same for some reason. But how could it be possible?
For having a certain degree of influence over anything or anyone, one needs years around. But it has been hardly a few months since they had known each other. In such a short time, how could she have such an impression on him.
"But he has such an effect on you," a voice came to counter her thought, and when she turned to look, she paused, seeing her own image sitting on the other side of the bed, looking at her with a kind of challenge in the gaze. "Doesn’t he?"
"He does," Arwen nodded, not denying. "But that’s because I have a feeling for him. He doesn’t have to be the same."
Her reflection image shrugged at her reason. "What if he is the same?"
There was one such possibility, but it was too weak.
Arwen shook her head. "He can’t be the same," she said, slightly firmer. "For me, falling for him was effortless." He has done so much, treated her so well —it would have been weird if she hadn’t fallen for him. "But for him, I never did anything that would have made him fall for me."
"How can you be sure that you didn’t?" the mirror said, giving a faint smile.
She stared at it, and it felt like there was more meaning to that simple line. "What do you mean? I don’t remember doing anything for him."
"But you also don’t remember many things."
Arwen paused at that. Yes, she had forgotten things and people. She might not have realized this before, but now that she knows —she couldn’t deny the possibility.
She turned her gaze back to Aiden. The familiarity she always felt around him was always so puzzling, but it was always there.
Could it be that they shared some history before that that she had forgotten?
Gianna’s words rang back from her memories. Girl, what if you two have met before? After all, coincidences are not always real.
Could it be —?
Arwen’s fingers slightly tightened, holding Aiden’s hand in hers. She looked at him as the possibility suddenly seemed to have grown stronger.
"Do you think I have forgotten him? Could I forget him?" she asked, waiting to hear the answer.
But when even after seconds, she heard nothing, she looked up only to find her gone.
She sighed internally, shaking her head. She wanted someone to answer her, but the one who could have possibly given her one also disappeared.
Her gaze went back to stare at Aiden. Her hand moved close to her face, letting her fingers brush against his cheek. "You have started to puzzle me more and more, husband," her lips curled in a faint smile. "What will I do? How will I find out it all when all you have ever done is refuse to accept it?"
They share the same senior school. But he never said they met before.
He always looked familiar, but she still failed to recognize him.
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