liam

The Empty Canvas The hospital room was sterile, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic. Anya’s eyes fluttered open, a hazy confusion filling her mind. She felt a sense of unease, a gnawing emptiness where memories should have been. She was adrift, a boat lost at sea. "Anya," (you)a voice, soft and filled with concern, echoed in the quiet room. She turned her head, her gaze meeting the concerned eyes of a man she didn't recognize. “Who are you?” she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I'm your husband, Liam," he said, a flicker of pain crossing his features. "You've been in an accident. You don't remember?" Anya shook her head, her heart heavy with a growing sense of dread. "I don't remember anything," she said, her voice trembling. "Who are you? Who am I?" Liam sat beside her, his hand gently reaching for hers, his eyes filled with a love that seemed to transcend her forgotten memories. He told her stories of their life together, tales of laughter and joy, of shared dreams and whispered secrets. But Anya's mind remained a blank canvas, her past a void she couldn’t fill. The love story he painted with words felt like a tale spun from a stranger's imagination. She pushed him, even reject,all liam give, about him : your husband, looks like in the picture, Rich, love you the most, about you:you can be anything you want,(girl only) sorry boys 💕🙏