Amina couldn't sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes…
she saw the same thing.
That man.
Standing in the rain.
Looking at her like he knew everything.
She turned on her bed, annoyed.
"Why is he in my head…?"
The hospital room was quiet. Too quiet.
Only the sound of the machine next to her broke the silence.
She looked at the ceiling.
"Dangerous… what did he mean by that…?"
Her hand tightened on the blanket.
"I don't even know him…"
But deep inside—
She felt like that wasn't true.
The next morning.
Amina was sitting on the bed, staring at her phone.
Still nothing.
No message. No missed calls.
Except…
That unknown number.
She opened the call history again.
"Don't trust anyone…"
She whispered it slowly.
"Who said that…?"
Suddenly—
Knock knock.
She looked up.
"Come in."
The door opened.
And her heart skipped.
It was him.
Again.
Standing at the door like he belonged there.
Calm. Silent.
Watching her.
Amina felt her chest tighten.
"You… came back."
He walked inside slowly.
"I had to."
His voice was low, but clear.
"Why?" she asked.
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked around the room, then back at her.
"To make sure you're still alive."
Amina frowned.
"That's not funny."
"I'm not joking."
Silence.
She looked at him carefully this time.
Black jacket. Wet hair, like he just came from outside.
Eyes… cold, but not empty.
There was something in them.
Something she couldn't understand.
"Who are you?" she asked again.
He moved closer.
This time, she didn't look away.
"My name is Adam."
Adam.
The name felt… familiar.
Too familiar.
Her head hurt again.
"Ah—!"
She held her head.
"Amina?"
She froze.
Slowly, she looked at him.
"How do you know my name…?"
He didn't look surprised.
"I told you," he said calmly.
"I know things."
Her heart started beating faster.
"That's not normal!"
"I never said it was."
She stared at him.
Part of her wanted to tell him to leave.
Another part…
Wanted him to stay.
"I don't understand anything…" she whispered.
Adam looked at her for a few seconds.
Then he sighed softly.
"You don't remember the accident, do you?"
"I saw it…"
"No," he said. "Before that."
She frowned.
"What do you mean?"
He stepped closer.
Too close.
Her breath stopped for a second.
"You weren't just a witness, Amina."
Silence.
Her fingers trembled.
"Then… what was I?"
He looked straight into her eyes.
"You were the reason it happened."
Her eyes widened.
"That's impossible…"
"I wish it was."
She shook her head.
"No… no, I would remember!"
"You don't remember anything."
His voice became a little sharper.
"Your past… your choices… even me."
She felt something break inside her.
"Stop saying that!"
Tears started forming in her eyes.
"I don't know you!"
Adam went silent.
For the first time… he looked affected.
Not cold.
Not distant.
Just… tired.
"I know," he said quietly.
"And that's exactly the problem."
A long silence filled the room.
Amina looked down, trying to control her breathing.
"This doesn't make sense…"
Adam didn't move.
"Then let me help you."
She looked up.
"Why would you help me?"
He hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then—
"Because if you remember the truth alone…"
He paused.
"…you might not survive it."
A chill ran through her body.
"Who wants to hurt me?"
He didn't answer.
Instead, he looked at the door.
Like he was expecting someone.
"Amina," he said suddenly.
His voice was serious now.
"If I tell you to run… you run. No questions."
Her heart started racing again.
"What? Why—"
Footsteps.
Outside the room.
Slow.
Heavy.
Both of them went silent.
Amina's eyes widened.
"Adam…"
He stepped back slightly.
His eyes fixed on the door.
"Too late…"
The door handle moved slowly.
Amina held her breath.
The door opened.
A man entered.
Wearing black.
Unknown.
Cold eyes.
Looking straight at Amina.
Then—
He smiled.
Amina felt fear she had never felt before.
"Found you."
🔚 End of Chapter 2