Chapter 34 Chapter 34
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Dimitri's POV
Weeks passed at the farm.
Maria and Luna took care of me like I was part of their family. They fed me, cleaned my wounds, and made sure I rested.
My head was healing slowly. It was less painful now, but my memories never came back.
I still did not know who I was.
Maria said I could stay as long as I needed. "You are welcome here," she said kindly. "Until your memories return. Or until you are ready to start a new life."
Luna was always around me. She brought me food, changed my bandages and sat with me when I could not sleep.
"You should rest more," she would say. "The healer said you need time."
But I could not rest. My mind would not let me.
I spent hours trying to remember who I was, why I was in an accident. Was it just a random accident? Or had someone tried to eliminate me?
The more I think about it, the more it gets foggy and vague. Like I was reaching into an abyss.
But I know one thing for certain. I wasn't an ordinary person. I wasn't just an individual trying to fend for himself. Because this current life at the farm doesn't sit well with me.
I am grateful to Maria and Luna, but I had to do something.
One afternoon, I was sitting outside. The sun was warm, the farm was quiet and peaceful.
Maria had stepped out, leaving just me and Luna in the house.
Luna came out with water. "Here," she said, handing me the cup. "You need to drink more."
"Thank you," I said, taking it from her.
She sat very close beside me. Her shoulder touched mine.
"You look better," she said. Her voice was soft. "And stronger."
"I feel better," I said. "Thanks to you and your mother."
Luna smiled. Her cheeks turned pink. "We are happy to help."
I noticed the way she looked at me. Her eyes lingered too much on me. And she always find excuses to be around me.
She was starting to like me. But I could not return her feelings. How could I? I did not even know who I was. I did not know if I had someone waiting for me somewhere.
"Luna," I said gently. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course," she said eagerly. Her eyes brightened.
"The place where you found me," I said. "Can you tell me where it is?"
Luna's smile faded immediately. "Why?"
"I want to see it," I said. "Maybe it will help me remember something."
"No," Luna said quickly, grabbing my hand. "You cannot go there. It is too dangerous. What if you get hurt again?"
"I need to try," I said. "I need to find out who I am."
"You do not need to," Luna said, tightening her grip on my hand. "You can stay here with us. You can be whoever you want to be. You can start afresh."
I pulled my hand away gently. "I cannot do that, Luna. I need to know my past. I need to know if I have family, friends, people who might be looking for me."
Luna stood up abruptly, looking hurt. Tears filled her eyes. "Fine," she said. "But you are not strong enough yet. Promise me you will not go alone."
"I promise," I lied.
She walked back into the house quickly. I could tell she was upset and I felt guilty, but I had no choice.
That night, I waited until everyone was asleep.
Maria went to bed early. Luna's room was on the other side of the house. I could hear her soft breathing through the thin walls.
I got up carefully and wore the old clothes Maria had given me. I took the jacket hanging by the door.
Then I snuck out of the house quietly.
The night air was cold. Dark clouds covered the moon. I could barely see ahead of me.
Luna had finally described the location. It was miles away from here.
I started walking. Each step sent small jolts of pain through my head. The bandages were still wrapped around my skull. But I ignored the discomfort.
Because I needed answers.
The road was empty. There were no cars, no people. Just me and the darkness.
After walking for what felt like hours, I saw buildings ahead. Tall warehouses, broken windows with graffiti on the walls.
This must be it.
I walked faster. My heart was pounding.
I reached the area and looked around. I searched for signs of the accident. Broken glass, blood, anything.
But there was nothing.
The road was clean. Like nothing had ever happened here.
Had they cleaned it up? You
I felt frustrated and angry at myself.
"Think," I whispered to myself, pressing my hands against my head. "Remember something. Anything… please."
But my mind was still blank and empty.
I walked around the area, looking at every corner, looking for anything that might trigger a memory.
The warehouses stood like silent giants. Their broken windows looked like empty eyes watching me.
I felt desperate and hopeless.
What if I never remembered? What if this was all I would ever be? A man with no past, no identity, no purpose.
The sound of an engine cut my thoughts off.
I turned quickly and saw headlights approaching.
A black expensive car pulled up slowly and stopped beside me.
What was something this expensive doing out here this late?
The engine purred and the door opened.
A man stepped out.
He was young. Maybe in his early thirties. He was tall and broad-shouldered. He was very handsome with sharp features and was expensively dressed in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. The kind of suits I saw rich men wear on Maria's small TV.
His shoes were polished. His watch caught the light. Everything about him screamed money and power.
And I looked down at myself. I was wearing rags. Old worn-out clothes with dirty shoes that had holes.
The contrast was stark.
His eyes were forest green and he only looked at me briefly like I was dirt.
He looked... familiar somehow. Like I should know him.
But I could not place it.
He walked past me, like I wasn't there. His shoulder hit mine hard.
"Excuse me," I called after him. My voice came out rough.
The man stopped and turned slowly to look at me.
His green eyes studied me. They were cold and emotionless.
"Yes?" He asked. His voice was smooth, controlled and dangerous somehow.
"Do you know what happened here?" I asked, pointing at the empty road. "An accident happened here weeks ago. A car crash. Do you know anything about it?"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at me more carefully. His gaze moved from my face to the bandages wrapped around my
head to my ragged clothes.
Why was I even asking him?
I was too desperate for answers.
He didn't answer me. He just hissed and turned away. He probably thought I was a madman roaming the street.
“Hey,” I called after him. But he didn't wait. He kept walking towards one of the buildings. I was trying to catch up with him when I bumped into something.
A pregnant lady.