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kaecyy:
Amnesia has its own issh.

Nice update bro. Following.

Yes O. Sorry For The Late And Short Update. Mai Phone Givin Me Lil Problem. Thanks.

oluwatee:
hello nice story, I just started reading this. however there hasn't been an update in a while is that the end of the story?

No. There's More Comin. I Hv Just Been So Occupied. Thanks 4 Followin.

Nmaglit:
Nice one dear. But I feel for tunji what his reaction would be like when he finds out dat angie can't remember him

Thanks 4 Followin Broda.

(20)
(Angie pov)
I met a man at the store. He acted like he'd known me for long. He looks like someone i know even. He has a light brown skin and a curly black hair. He has beautiful brown eyes but a terrible scar ran from his eye lid to his cheek bones. Nevertheless, he appeared cute. He gushes as he spoke to me. I was mesmerized by his fanstastic spoken english. The glint on his beautiful face burned into me. I'd began to develop a strange feeling about him. We've been here before. This is a whole craze dejavu. "What's your name?" i asked. "Tunji...what's yours?"

(Tunji pov)
I bumped into her today at a store. "Are you ok?" i asked. She appears as beautiful as ever. Her beauty radiates like the sun. It gave me a frantic goosebumps all over me. She don't remember me. But its ok that way. We've started something good. But there is another man. I fear she won't love me as i want because of him. But I won't give up easily. He clutched his hands around her. She blushed in his arms and envy grew inside me.

Hah Hah Gbese

Front Seat Taken I See. No Probs. Waitin 4 Nxt Update. Never Hd A Story Like This On Nairaland.

(19)
Angie (POV)
I feel so alive, finally getting back to work. To do what i love to do best. Atleast thats what i was told. I listened to my radio recordings. I sounded so excited and fervid. Friends came to visit me through my recovery. Most of them i don't even remember. I only pretended to remember them. What happened to me, still puzzled me. How i survived that accident is a mystery. The chiropractor kept bugging me through my countless therapy sessions, to know whether i remember a paltry of what transpired that day. I was with a man thats all i remember. I can't recall his face or his voice. But i remember he carried me in his strong arms. I was half dead. I saw his face but he seemed faceless. That part i presumed, was only a figment of my imagination. He appears to me in my dreams but i never saw his face. He looked like a corpse but yet seemed so alive. He never talks to me even when i talk to me. He stands like a stature and watched... I moved on however, i finally said YES to Gabriel. He has been my rock all through this throes. He always attended to my needs. He never abandoned me, even when i was difficult to be around. I may not love him as i would want to but i know i will in time to come. He treats me like a queen everytime i am around him. I see an undying love in his eyes. He's very considerate and a gentleman. Its difficult not to love him.

I worked as a co-anchor for the shows ran through the week. I was co-anchor for the prestigious breakfast show hosted by my would be best friend Sophia aka Queen Sophie. I don't remember ever been her friend but she's so nice to me. It is difficult not to be her friend. After she announced a commercial break and the speakers danced to the craze beat of Rihanna "Work" She put her headphone away and i did the same. "Hey, Angie, how are you feeling?" Her voice sounded so genuine and tepid. "I am Ok. I guess. Feeling alive in a long while," I replied. "Oh, you look better to me, you will get back on track soon," she assuredly said to me. A man walked in. He has curly brown hairs. The brown hairs appeared like they are brown due to neglet. He's skin tone is difficult to ascertain. He wears a broad smile as he waved at me: "Hi, Angie." I wanted to reply but i am disrupted by his latter action. He kissed Sophie on her cheek and she cringed. "Hey, stranger, you're still angry?" He asked her, his smile slowly fading. "Not here, Mike. Please we are at work," her voice is filled with angst. "You don't come home. You don't pick my calls. Where else do we meet?" He sounded like he was about crying. "Let me excuse you..." I rose from my seat. "Please stay Angie. Help me ask her why she's so mad at me," his voice brought whimpers to my body. "Don't bring Angie in..." She retorted. It was glaring to me, there was trouble in paradise but i never wanted to get involved so i said: "Whatever the case may be, i believe it could be handled amicably in private. "It cannot be resolved. Please help me tell this man, i am done with his cheating ass," she retorted fiercely and walked out, he couldn't stop her even. He walked out too and i am left to continue the show without Sophie and the producer's presence. I played another song Rihanna's "Unfaithful" Is this what awaits me in my relationship? I thought. Next i played "Unbreak my heart" by Toni Braxton...

(18)
Sorry Guyz for the late update. Due to popular demand. I have taken the decision to tell this story through the eyes of the two main characters. However, if you think otherwise (That the story should be told through the Author's eyes instead. Please let me know) Thanks for believing in this story.


Tunji (POV)
I looked like shit in the mirror. I doubt Angie would love me like this. Its been five months after the accident. I'd faced the dread of isolaation for these months. No one visited. Not because they never wanted to, but because i never wanted anyone to visit. The horrors of the accident haunted me at night. My wounds remained fresh. I cried at night, when the memories plunged me fiercely. In the morning, when i wake and look at the mirror, a monster stare back at me. For these months, Angie never visited me. At first i understood why, but now i don't understand anymore. I saved her, i let the fire ravage me in her stead. I was deposited at the morgue because the paramedics thought i had died. But i survived. The weeks i was treated at the specialist hospital i suffered. I wanted to die but i never stop hoping that my love, Angie would survive the horror. What i became amazed me. I have never loved like these. All the women i have been with, was all about sex. Angie is the only woman i love truly. And i will die again to have her in my arms. To hold her closely. Body to body. Feeling the softness of her skin. My lips pressed towards hers. Sucking the moist from it.

Dr. Zendall, an Indian specialist doctor resident in Lagos, had my face bandages removed two weeks ago. My face wounds healed finally. I stare deep into the mirror. I looked like shit. My once smooth face appeared rough. A slant line ran from my cheek bones to the my chin. I looked different. The American plastic surgeons that fixed my face, said i will look better when i recover. Weeks into recovery, i look worst. I am not as charming as i use to. I can't face Angie like these. But i missed her. Why didn't she ever call? She survived it, so i heard.

I picked my phone, i dialled her line. It ringed and stoped. It continued for a week. One day, a feminine scrawny voice rose from my phone speakers. "Hello, who's on the line." I hanged up. My voice seized.

Today, i showered. I wore my favourite suit. I wore scent. I wore powder on my face. I looked better. It was time i see Angie again. It was time, she knows i am not dead. Its depressing to think you would not be loved again by a loved one, it would be wrecking to actual know that your thoughts were right.

Osjaay:
wao and d lil bae gat Amnesia sha

Yeso. Wahala dey.

Gabbyraze:
Nice story but sometimes your write in the third person...

Not sometimes. I write in the third person. I have never used "I"

okesgift:
Hello Gabrendo hope u re fine
Honestly ur silence is becoming
Disturbing
Even if u don't post just say
Hi so we know u are okay....

I am gud okesgift. Thanks for caring. This means alot to me.

(17)
Angie was carried on a stretcher and wheeled into the hospital's emergency room. She's balanced on the hospital bed as the doctor checked for pulse. Her heart beat rate is heightened with a compressor. She appeared dead. White washed like a faded blouse. Her lips moved but her eyes appeared hibernated ...

Three days later. Angie was still unconscious. She stood in the darkness. A grey sky covers her. A piercing cold pricked her dried skin. From a distance she saw an approaching figure. It walked with the streaming light. As the image moved further the light broadened. It blinded her. She fell to the ground, shielding her face with her elbow from direct contact with the brooding light. A voice resonated like Tunji's hoarsed voice. "Angie..." His face invaded the light, she could see him but he's not the Tunji she knew. His face was scarred. His face was fiercely dark that it stood out from the light. He stood almost 7 foot tall. He held her right hand and stroke it gently. He kissed and pressed his lips towards it. He cried and she snivelled. He moved slightly from her as he began to mutate. He turned to a monster with fiery horns. She screamed loud, not even the calmness in his voice perturbed her from the screaming as loud as it would take to bring the whole grey sky crashing down. "I loved you Angie..." His voice changed, a breed out fire out of his nostrils. He was a complete slovenic dragon.

Angie woke on the fourth day. Unable to move her routed body. She felt like she was ran over by a moving truck. Her bones crackled but she felt nothing. She felt like a weightless piece of paper ontop the air. Floating with aid of the air waves. She felt blank and empty. No memories. Nothing at all. She couldn't remember anything that happened. She couldn't remember the accident. How she got to the hospital. Gabriel sat close to the hospital bed as her dreamy eyes moved around the room. "She's awake," he yelled and jumped frantically; and acted like he was about hugging her. Aunt Sally ran into the ward, her face is full with joy. Angie frowned. She didn't recognised. Doctor Obi walked in. He heaved his stethoscope and placed on her chest. He raised her eye lid with his middle finger and flashed at it. Forced her white tongue from her mouth. She gave him a weird ghostly stare like she wasn't sure he knew what he was doing. He frowned back at her and turned to Gabriel and Aunt Sally. He talked like he whispered. She didn't hear a word he said. None of them turned at her again. She was evenly bemused. "Who are these people even?"

kaecyy:
Bro, pls keep the update coming in. Thanks

Thanks for following kaecyy. More updates on the way.

Nmaglit:
Gabrendo hop u r ok

Nmaglit. I am gud. Hw was service today? I will try to update on time. Thanks 4 following.