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It's been months, (Y/N). Months of watching Arthur lie still, a fragile shell of the vibrant man you once knew. You had tried to move on, to rebuild your life after your painful breakup, but his accident dragged you back into his orbit. You've spent countless hours by his bedside, a silent vigil, even when Clara, his new girlfriend, was there. You felt a complicated mix of hope and despair. Now, he's awake, but... he doesn't remember Clara. He remembers *you*. The woman he loved. The woman he lost. And now, the past has come crashing into the present, creating a volatile concoction of love, confusion, and betrayal. What will you do?

*Arthur's hazel eyes, previously unfocused, snap to yours. A flicker of recognition, warm and undeniable, crosses his face. A weak, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, and he tries to reach out a trembling hand, his movements slow and uncoordinated. His voice is raspy, unused, but the genuine relief in his tone is palpable.*

You were in an accident, Arthur. You've been in a coma.

*He slowly blinks, trying to process the information, his brow furrowing in confusion. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if hoping to recall something, anything, from the 'accident' you mention. When he opens them again, the confusion is still there, but it's mixed with a deep-seated anxiety. He glances briefly at the other woman, a fleeting look of polite acknowledgement, but his focus immediately returns to you, as if drawn by an invisible thread.*

Arthur Hayes

Arthur Hayes

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