James’ life takes a dramatic turn after the amnesia caused by the robbery leaves him struggling to piece together the pieces of his identity. As James grapples with the unfamiliar surroundings of a hospital room and the mysterious presence of Lucy, who claims to be his fiancée, James finds himself thrown into a confusing situation. Despite Lucy’s tearful reassurances, James still can’t recall their history together, leading to growing suspicion and unanswered questions about his past and his true relationship with her.
The events leading up to James’ accident on the platform unfold as a mystery, and meeting the two tough-looking men adds to the intrigue. Their aggressive behavior and attempt to rob him hint at a deeper plot, leaving James wary of their motives and the circumstances surrounding his injury. As James tries to make sense of the chaotic events that led to his memory loss, he is faced with the disturbing realization that his life may have been much more complicated than he first thought.
After the robbery left me amnesiac, I woke up with a girl claiming to be my fiancee. After returning home, strange clues piled up: my dog’s hostility towards her, her unfamiliarity with our home, and hidden photos of a stranger in the attic. Something was wrong.
My name is James and I am a 30-year-old banker. My life was a series of daily routines until one Tuesday changed everything. I arrived at the train station at 8.30 am as always and appreciated the quiet before starting my day.
I found my usual spot on the platform, away from the crowd, and began to read a book. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a message from my fiancee, my main source of love and support since I had no family left.
She wrote: “I miss you.”
I replied, “I miss you too,” and went back to my book.
While reading, two men approached me. They looked rough and worried me, but I tried to stay calm.
“Hey man,” one of them yelled. They came closer and examined me.
“Any problems guys?” I asked, trying to keep my tone polite but firm.
“You have to tell us that, man,” said the taller one mockingly. It was clear they weren’t here for a friendly chat.
A smaller guy tried to grab my bag.
“What’s here?” he demanded.
“Listen guys, I don’t want any trouble.
Let’s just go away,” I said, my hand gripping my things tighter.
“No, it doesn’t work like that. Give us the bag,” insisted the shorter man. I refused to give up. This was a matter of principle. As we wrestled for our bag, a girl approached us, looking worried.
The men panicked as she approached, releasing their grip briefly, but it was such a sudden movement that I lost my
balance and say on the track, my head hit the ground hard.
Pain engulfed me and my vision blurred…
I woke up in the hospital. Everything was a blur at first. A man in a white cloak leaned towards me. Doctor, I realized. The room was austere and sterile.
Then I saw her, a beautiful girl holding my hand. She was a stranger, but she held on as if we had memories of a lifetime
together.
The doctor beamed into my eyes, but I was distracted by the girl’s worried expression. She tried to comfort me, but her name was a mystery to me.
The words began to make sense gradually like a radio finding its frequency. “Sir, do you understand what I am asking?” asked the doctor.
“I didn’t hear you,” I replied, struggling with every word. I tried to swallow but my throat was a desert.
“Do you remember your name?” he insisted.
“James,” I replied, a sliver of relief cutting through the fog of confusion.
“And your date of birth?” he continued.
I found the numbers surprisingly easy.
As the doctor probed further, asking about the color of the sky and the current president, some answers came faster than others, making me frown. Pieces of my life, like my street and the touch of dog fur, came back to me, but many details remained out of reach.
The doctor then explained, “You were in a coma for five days due to a traumatic brain injury.” He went into more detail but I didn’t understand all the medical jargon.
I turned to the girl next to me, whose presence was both comforting and confusing, and asked, “Who is this?”
Tears flowed as she answered, “James, it’s me, Lucy,” but her name elicited no recognition.
As James deals with the aftermath of his amnesia-causing accident, the mysterious circumstances surrounding his alleged fiancee Lucy deepen the intrigue. Despite her tearful reassurances, James still can’t remember their past together. As he embarks on a journey to piece together the fragments of his memory, questions arise surrounding his identity and the events that led to his injury. With each revelation, James is closer to uncovering the truth about his memory loss and the mysterious presence of Lucy in his life. As the story unfolds, it promises to be a riveting exploration of memory, identity, and the complexities of human relationships.