You're the ONE I need
Eight

It was a beautiful, cool, sunny day. She's seated at the veranda of Leandro's villa. He brought her here when she's released from the hospital.

What a beautiful sight watching the waves kiss the shore. She loves to run in there.

One week has passed since she was released from the hospital. Her pale skin has a little color by now. The wound in her forehead is healing. Since she has fair skin, the scar is visible; that's why she covered it with a little strand of hair. Maybe she really knew Leandro because she doesn't feel any awkwardness in his presence.

He's thoughtful; she feels like she's very special to him. He made sure that she has what she needs. He never asked her to move inside the villa. Even if she needs water or anything, he's there to get it for her.

She wishes that he would not change his treatment for her. But what if she already has her family? But if she has, they might have claimed her, not Leandro.

Maybe what Leandro was saying is true that she's his fiancee and that when her memory comes back, they continue to their postponed wedding because of the tragedy.

She turned her gaze to the French door when it opened.

There he is balancing a tray of food in his hand.

"Have some breakfast first, then we will go for some shopping," he said, and he put down the tray on the coffee table. There's coffee and croissants with some butter and jam for two of them. "Thank you!" She said.

"Leandro, I just want to know why none of my family visits me at the hospital. Are they all in the Philippines? Or they don't know that I've been in a coma?"

Her question caught him off guard, but he still managed to keep it calm.

"I'm sorry to say this, but you're an orphan. Your parents died when you were so small. Only a friend of your mother, who was an old maid who looked after you, but she was also gone." He doesn't know about her family, so that's what he told her. Whether it's true or not, he will explain it to her when her memory returns.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I don't want you to be sad, but I just answer your question." He held her hands in his when he saw her that she's in tears.

"I'm fine; I'm sorry too; I shouldn't have asked you," she said sadly.

"Let's eat so we can prepare ourselves. You don't have many things in here. Actually we both are because we are some kind of urgent get-away without bringing our things but just ourselves." He tried to brighten her up. He succeeded when she smiled sweetly.

"Why were we so in a hurry?" she asked.

"I just want you all for me before our wedding," he replied.

"Why did I lose my memory?" she ashed. He's ready for her questions, actually. Because, as he said, he will just lie, and he will explain later when her memory returns.

"We had our surfboarding. It's your first time. You were off balance and hit by the board. You lost consciousness. I thought it was just mild, but it's serious actually. I blamed myself for forcing you to try it," he told her.

"Hey, it's okay. Don't feel sorry about it. I guess you just wanted me to learn so I can enjoy it too," she replied, holding his hands.

"It's better to eat our food now so we can go," she said afterwards.

This woman is really softhearted. She believes in him.