Days were passing by, and she was recovering now, but she prevented meeting him again so he stood somewhere in the distance and looked at her getting better each day.

While another day came as he stood in the washroom in front of the mirror looking down, he held the sink in front of him.

He looked up at the mirror, looking at himself alone, he felt like his reflection was mocking him, he wanted to spend every second of his life with her but couldn't do so.

He closed his eyes and got flashbacks of the accident.

Flashbacks~

Giggling she kept teasing him while he looked at the road in front of him as he drove, he held her hand in his and looked at her face as she smiled at him.

She was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

As he lifted her hand to kiss the back of it her smile faded and her face turned into fear before she could say anything as his lips touched the back of her hand.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye as a truck hit the car, from his side, he closed his eyes shut as he felt piercing pain in his back and the car rolled over two times and hit a tree as sat there in pain when he opened his eyes and looked at her who was unconscious, blood dripping from her head and got severely injured.

His eyes shot open as he screamed her name when he cupped her face and quickly found his phone and called an emergency.

He Got stitches on his back while she went into a coma and didn't wake up for 2 months.

End of Flashbacks.

He sighed as he turned his body to the left and looked in the mirror to see the stitch marks on his back.

He stood straight and looked in the mirror as a tear fell from his eyes and he screamed in frustration, he punched the mirror shattering it into pieces.

He kept punching while his hands were bloody red as he stopped and cried looking down, grieving over his fate.

Calming down he left the washroom as he looked down at his hands, sighing he again got ready and left for the hospital.

He stopped the car and went into the flower shop again he picked up the bouquet filled with lavenders as he smelled them and closed his eyes.

The old lady looked at his hands concerned and asked to put on a bandage but he refused as he greeted and left the shop making his way to his car and then leaving for the hospital again.

He got out of the car and headed inside the building, straight to her room, he came in and she looked at him and sighed in annoyance.

He smiled and put the flowers on her side table as he noticed the old ones in the flower vase and smiled showing his dimples.

She noticed his dimples and stared at them as she felt like she'd seen that smile before then looked away as he looked at her.

He turned back to the vase and placed the flowers in, "Thank you! At least you kept the flowers."

He said and she looked at him to say something but then her eyes went to his hands as she saw the blood and she froze.

He looked down at his hands and then back at her, "Oh Don't worry about this, I just got too overwhelmed I guess."

He said chuckling then looked up at her and smiled, she sighed and picked up the bandages from the side table.

"Ugh Idiot," she said putting a bandage on,
While he looked at her, smiling wholeheartedly.

"I am an idiot for you, love".

He said and put his hands forward as she cleaned the blood and put on the bandages.

She finished putting on the bandage and he leaned down coming closer as she looked up at him, he smiled at her while she looked wide-eyed.

His scent was so familiar that she just couldn't push him away.

"Thank you again."

He said and stood up as he left the room while she sat there and breathed out, unknowingly she was holding her breath in and placing her hand over her chest feeling her rapid heartbeat.

What is it with him? How is he so familiar yet so strange?

She thought but didn't understand how.