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To the Tsukiyamas, you were a goner. A family member forever lost; never to be seen again.

To Arima Kishou, his beloved wife had just came home; to him.

When he's first seen you laying in your hospital bed, he almost lost his composure for a moment; however, he stayed calm, knowing that you weren't in critical danger.

He stayed by your bedside for days, never leaving except to shower and eat occasionally. You were in a coma for four days.
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When Tsukiyama Shuu heard of the news that you went missing during HE auction, he went berserk. Attacking his servants, even Kanae, relentlessly. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed. He'd found happiness when he met you and now you were gone, the woman whom he saw as his own sister, gone forever.
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When you woke from your coma, you were surprised by all the things by your hospital bed. Flowers, presents, cards and even a fruit basket. But out of everything you noticed, the most wonderful thing was your husband.

He was asleep, one arm underneath his head and the other gently holding your arm.

As you watched him in his peaceful slumber, you were reminded of the painful incident you had with him in the cafe. But the sour feeling disappeared as soon as it came because you trusted and loved him.

You reached out a hand and touched his white hair gently. Oh how you missed touching his hair, the hair that was always softer than your own.

It was then he woke, his eyes fluttering open slowly; growing wide when he noticed that you were awake. Almost instantaneously, he sat up and leaned towards you, hugging you like it was the last day on earth.

Before you could say anything or even move, he began kissing you fiercely on the lips. His kisses were needy but sweet at the same time.

You could tell he was worried, as he always was whenever you did anything even mildly life-threatening.

Eventually he pulled away, leaning his forehead against your affectionately; a rare act from your usually stoic love.

"I love you, (Y/N)."
"I love you, too."

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