by A. R. Wile
I woke up inside a sterile hospital room—fractured and burnt, but revived. I was told I was lucky to be alive. Though, most days, it didn't feel like it...not until a beautiful blonde with chocolate brown eyes, wearing scrubs and a smile walked into my room. But I left her ten months ago and I didn't expect to see her again. At the same mall. With a man's arm around her neck, restraining her.