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Meant To Be Yours

A young woman was found unconscious by two siblings, Fleur and Miguel, on Fraser Island in the quiet countryside of Australia. They took her in and nursed her back to health. Fleur, being a nurse, soon discovered that the young woman had amnesia—she remembered nothing from her past, not even her own name. The siblings decided to accommodate her and gave her a new name, Elva, chosen by Fleur. As they lived together, the three of them formed a close, unbreakable bond that quickly became the envy of everyone around them. But Miguel carried a hidden burden. He suffered from a rare condition called “Rare Syndrome,” an uncured, debilitating disease that had stolen his chance to chase his talent and dreams. In his desperate search for a false cure, Miguel nearly lost his life. Everything grew even more complicated when Miguel and Elva fell deeply, hopelessly in love. As the story unfolded, difficult questions rose to the surface: Would their world remain the same once Elva regained her memory? What would happen when she discovered she already had a fiancé— a fiancé willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to get her back? And above all… would Miguel survive the cruel disease threatening his life? Tighten your seatbelt and dive into this emotional, romantic, adventurous, and suspense-filled novel titled MEANT TO BE YOURS.
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Chapter 2

Her POV

"Oh my God," I said, feeling embarrassed. I quickly picked up the blanket and wrapped it around my body, even though it was of no use anymore. He had already seen everything.

I felt horribly embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you were hurt and needed help. That was the reason I turned. I didn’t know the blanket had slipped away from your body," he said, and I saw sincerity in his cute eyes.

"It's okay," I said, walking back to the bed and sitting on it. The damn pee that made all this happen had already flown away. Gosh! This guy saw the whole thing.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized again, and I nodded.

We heard the door open, and a pretty young lady came in carrying two full shopping bags.

Her hair was black and shiny, styled in a bob. Her eyes were big and brown, her nose perfect just like this guy’s, her lips small and pink. She was beautiful, plus she had an amazing figure.

She must be his sister.

"Oh my God, you are awake!" she said, walking toward me. "How are you feeling now?" she asked.

"Better," I replied slowly.

"I brewed some coffee for her, and I think it helped a bit," the guy said, and the lady nodded, winking at him.

"Okay, what’s your name?" she asked.

"My name?" I said.

"Yes, your name," she repeated.

"My name…? I don’t know my name," I said.

"You mean you don’t know your name?" she asked.

"Yes, I don’t remember my name," I said, trying hard to remember, but I couldn’t. Instead, the headache increased.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Where did you come from?" she asked.

"I don’t know. I can’t remember that either," I said.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes, I can’t remember anything before now. What’s happening to me?" I asked worriedly.

They both glanced at each other.

The more I tried to remember, the more the headache increased.

"Mig, she’s got amnesia," she told her brother with a sad expression.

"Amnesia?" Mig exclaimed.

"Amnesia?" I thought within.

"Yes, your memory has been lost. You won’t be able to remember anything from the past for some period of time," she said, and my heart dropped.

"That’s pretty bad," Mig sighed.

"Yes, it is. And also, we didn’t find any means of identification on you," the lady said.

I tried holding back the tears that were threatening to fall, but I couldn’t. They rolled down my cheeks continuously.

Why couldn’t I remember a thing?

What if my family was out there worried about me?

Did I even have a family?

"Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to cry," the lady said, cleaning my tears with her thumb.

"I can’t remember anything… not even my own name. For how long will this continue? Where will I even stay till then? How am I going to survive?" I said through tears.

They both looked at me with pity, and I cried even more, my head throbbing terribly.

"No, you don’t have to pity me. I will find my way," I said, even though there was no way I could find.

"No… you will stay here with us for the meantime, till you regain your memory," she said, and I looked up in surprise.

"Yes, you can stay here with us, okay?" Mig said.

"You mean you will both accommodate me without even knowing where I come from?" I asked, surprised.

"Of course. We can’t leave you to go out to the streets," she said.

"Thank you so much," I said with excitement. "Thank you, thank you," I said with a smile.

"You are welcome," they both said, smiling back at me.

"Don’t force yourself to remember anything, ’cause it’s going to make your head throb with pain. Just be free, and the memories will come steadily, okay?" Fleur said, and I nodded.

"So… let’s start the introduction. I'm Fleur, and this is Miguel, my elder brother. We stay in this house alone. I’m a nurse, and I work in the hospital not so far from here. Miguel takes care of the horses in the stable and also goes to work once in a while. He’s lazy, you know," she teased, and I chuckled. Mig shot her a playful glare, and she laughed.

"Thanks, Fleur. Thanks, Mig," I said, and they both nodded.

"You will get to know more about us as time goes on," Mig said.

"Now you need to take a warm bath and also eat a hot meal. I bought some soup ingredients along with clothes for you. So while you have your bath, I will be in the kitchen preparing the soup," Fleur said with a smile.

"Thanks, Fleur," I said.

"Okay, but first I need to change your bandage. It’s soaked," she said.

"Bandage?" I asked, scanning my body but not seeing any.

"Yes, you have a deep cut on your head, and I’m afraid it will take long to heal," she said, and I gasped.

I touched my head, and truly, there was a bandage. I now realized why my head ached badly. I exhaled.

"My bad," Fleur said. "We have to give you a name."

"Do you like Elva?" she asked.

"No, Diana is better," Mig said.

"No, Elva sounds cooler," Fleur said.

"No, it’s Diana."

"No, it’s Elva."

"Diana is better."

"Elva is better."

"She’s going to be called Diana."

"She’s going to be called Elva."

They kept arguing, and I couldn’t help but smile.

"Okay, let her choose herself," Fleur said, and they both faced me. My heart skipped a beat.

I didn’t want to offend Mig or Fleur, but I liked Elva better.

"Hmm… I like Elva more," I found myself saying, giving Mig an apologetic look. Fleur squealed and stuck out her tongue at Mig. Mig shrugged.

"I’m not surprised she likes the name you offered, because you are both females," Mig said, and I was glad he wasn’t offended.

"Okay, Elva you will be called," Fleur said, and we both smiled. She walked to a drawer, opened it, and brought out a white square box. I saw FIRST AID BOX inscribed on it. She walked back to the bed and placed the box on the bedside table.

"I will leave you both to it. I have some laundry to do," Mig said.

"Okay, bro," Fleur said, opening the first aid box. Mig walked out.

She wore her gloves before loosening the bandage on my head. She folded it neatly and placed it on a transparent board; it was soaked with blood.

She brought out an antiseptic followed by cotton wool.

She took some cotton wool and cleaned the sides of the wound. She disposed of the stained wool and took a new one, applied some antiseptic on it, then placed it on the wound.

I winced in pain. "Sorry, Elva," Fleur said, and I nodded.

She rolled out a clean bandage and wrapped it around my head several times before clipping it.

I sighed in relief when she was done. "Thanks, Fleur," I said, and she nodded.

She packed her tools back into the first aid box before locking it firmly. She took it back to the drawer and walked back to me.

She dropped the used bandage and cotton wool into a disposable nylon.

"Now have this," she said, stretching two shopping bags filled with clothes to me. "Have your bath, dress up, then come to the dining room," she said.

"Thanks so much, Fleur," I said, collecting the bags.

"It’s nothing. I will give you your medications after lunch," she said, and I nodded.

"Okay then. I will be in the kitchen, and there are two shower caps on the bathroom cabinet. You can use the pink one because it’s new. Make sure you use it to cover your hair completely so the bandage won’t get wet," Fleur said.

"Okay, Fleur, thanks," I said, and she nodded, walking out of the room.

I poured the contents of the bags on the bed, and a "wow" escaped my lips. There were dozens of clothes with underwear, and they all looked beautiful.

I checked everything and settled for a black T-shirt with a pair of blue jeans and a purple and black underwear.

I removed the blanket from my body and hurried naked to the bathroom with the clothes in hand.

I finished bathing, and my body felt stronger and better. I dried myself with the towel I found on the bathroom cabinet, wore the undies, then slipped on the T-shirt and jeans. The jeans fitted me perfectly, but the T-shirt was a bit loose. I liked it that way.

I removed the shower cap, and my hair flowed down to my waist.

Woah… I had very long hair. I carefully brushed through it with my fingers to avoid touching the bandage.

I was done.

I walked out of the room and entered a short passage. There were four doors, and I wondered which one led to the living room. I stood there deliberating.

"Open the left door," I heard behind me and flinched. I turned around to see Mig.

"Sorry I startled you," he said.

"It’s okay," I said, staring at him.

"This left door leads to the living room, dining, kitchen, and a lot more. This right door leads to my room, while the two other doors are the guest rooms," he explained, and I nodded. He entered his room, and I opened the left door.

There was the living room. I walked inside.

It wasn’t very big, but it was beautiful, neatly painted in cream and orange. There were four beautiful couches, and the floor was covered in floorboards. There was a big fireplace opposite a three-seater couch, and a wooden table stood at the center of the living room with a beautiful flower vase on it.

An enormous television was stationed across from the leather recliner, with a medium-sized shelf filled with films.

So simple and beautiful. I liked it.

"Elva, over here!" I heard Fleur call. I turned to see a transparent curtain demarcating the living room from the dining room. I walked toward it and opened the curtain. A delicious aroma filled my nostrils. I was standing in the dining room, which had six chairs and a center table covered in a floral tablecloth. I looked across, and there was the kitchen. Fleur was coming out with three bowls of steaming homemade soup in a tray. She smiled when she saw me, and I smiled back.

She placed the bowls of soup on the table. I saw some other things on the table to eat with the soup.

I felt my stomach rumble and my throat tingle.

"Have your seat, Elva. And besides, you look good," Fleur said, and I sat, smiling.

"Thanks," I said.

"Mig, lunch is ready!" Fleur called loudly, and I heard heavy footsteps coming toward the dining room. The curtain opened, and Mig came in. He took a seat opposite mine while Fleur sat beside me.

We started eating in silence, and I kept wondering if I was making them uncomfortable. I mean, it must seem weird to suddenly have a new person in the house.

Anyway, the soup was delicious, and I couldn’t help rushing it.

We finished eating, and I said “thanks” to them. Mig nodded, stood up, and left the dining room. Fleur stood up and started packing the empty dishes. She was going to wash them. I couldn’t let her do that. I had to help.

"I will wash the dishes," I said, wanting to collect them from her, but she didn’t give them to me.

"No, Elva, just go sit in the living room. I will join you soon," she said, but I shook my head.

"Just leave the dishes to me. I will wash them," I said.

"No, you aren’t very strong for this," she said.

"No, I feel strong. Please just allow me to wash the dishes," I said. But it didn’t seem like she was going to give in. "Just to exercise my numb bones," I added, and she sighed.

"You sure know how to persist," she said, and I smiled.

"Okay," she said, and my smile widened. "But," she added.

"What?" I asked.

"I’m not going to let you wash the dishes alone. We are washing them together," she said.

"Okay, Fleur," I said, collecting the unclean dishes from her and heading to the kitchen.

She packed the remaining ones and came to join me.

The kitchen, as well as the rest of the house, was wide and beautiful.

We finished washing the dishes and dried our hands on a clean kitchen towel.

"Come with me. Let me show you around the house," Fleur said, and I nodded, following her.

I felt happy that I had a beautiful place to call home, and with the nicest people I had ever met.

Well… I didn’t know if they were the nicest people I had ever met, since I couldn’t remember anything or anyone.

Well… I owed them a lot.

TBC…

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