Lighthouse [Alice in Borderland x Reader]

You gasped and bolted up from lying down. Your breathing was heavy and your sight was dark. You felt your chest being restricted after breathing deeply in a fast pace. Your eyes scanned the place you were currently in. You panicked more, now that you realized that you didn't recognize the place.

You heard the door loudly opening, and you saw a woman panting. Her eyes lit up when she saw you being awake. She practically ran towards you, and checked your state. She smiled when she didn't see any injury in you.

“Darling, you're awake!” she teared up and lovingly caressed your face. She kissed your forehead, while you still didn't understand what the hell was happening. She embraced you tightly. “Is there pain? Are you hurting somewhere?”

“Uh, what happened?” she sighed, lightly massaging your head, effortlessly weaved her hand through your messy and tangled hair. Your face was lightly buried on her stomach.

“You fell from the stairs. You and your clumsy self slipped.” her tone was a little cheerful, but you knew that it was the opposite of what she was feeling right now.

You looked up upon her, and saw her beautiful eyes that gazed longingly and lovingly down at you. Her eyes were soft, enough to tell you that the woman holds so much love and care for you. You felt bad, since you can't remember who the woman is.

“Uhm. If I fell, why am I not in the hospital?” she tensed on the last word you uttered, but it was unnoticed by you, as you stared at her magnetic eyes. Her smile wavered, and she didn't answer your question.

Silence.

The rooms silence didn't help the tension between the two of you. She thought you'll let the topic go, but what you said next broke her heart.

“Err. Do I know you?”

The woman, who was claiming to be your wife, didn't talk about the accident anymore, she said that it wasn't relevant to remember the tragic accident that you had, and she didn't want you to feel stressed trying to remember it.

She takes care of you when she's not at work, she provides for you, she pampers you, she lets you wander in her garden of red roses, do everything you want to pass time, as long as you stay on the house. You were not allowed to go outside the tall walls of your wife's house.

The only rule she had for you, is never ever cross the gates.

You didn't have a problem with that, to be honest. You like lazing around.

You don't remember anything, even your name, even your age. She told you your name is [Name], but she refused to call you that, because apparently, you don't really like being called in your name since it wasn't very intimate. She said that you let her call you ‘darling’. You asked her what Nickname do you call her, but she just smiled and didn't answer.

She also told you that you were married for six years. The pictures of the wedding that was hanging by the living room, and the wedding band the two of you have says it all.

Today, was the third week that you stayed here, or rather, remembered staying here. Mira went to her job, she never told you what it was, but she said that her work is not easy, however, it was rewarding.

Everything was beautiful in her house. Teacups sets, frilly curtains, heart shaped bowls that were probably real porcelain, fancy furnitures that you didn't know the name of. Everything was pleasing to the eyes, but there was something that caught your attention.

Your collection [favorite character] figurines and plushies (she said it was your favorite, because you know, you can't remember anything).

In her breathtaking house, your things littered everywhere. In her display of the said teacups sets, a silly figurine was there, chilling. In her walk-in closet of her dresses, your clothing merchandise of your favorite series was there.

In every space of her house, you always had a space, a part, that tells you that you belong there. So despite the ringing warnings your gut tells you that you should stay away from the woman, you stick close to her.

And besides, it's not like she hurts you. If anything, she make you feel most loved.

She always assures you that she loves you, saying I love you from time to time. She always make you food other than the necessities. She makes you letters with preppy envelopes that has wax seals. She always talk to you, and cuddle with you after she comes home from her work.

She never gets angry when you do something wrong, instead, she comforts you for it, saying that it was probably the memory lose. It was making you laugh, since it was impossible that that was the reason. She giggles when she hears you cackle, saying that it was the most beautiful laugh, but for you, you sounded like a dying animal.

It was now noon, and you were reheating the food she made for you. You wanted to cook, but you can't remember if you can or cannot cook. You heard the main door open.

“I'm home!” her sweet voice made way to your ears, filling your heart with warmth. The microwave ringed loudly, telling you that the timer is now finished.

“You done with your wor—ow!” you unconsciously touched the hot plate. It was a good thing that her house was so big, she wouldn't hear that you were hurt by your... stupidity.

You saw her with casual clothes, seemed like she changed from her uniforms before coming home. She put on a kitchen mitten then took the plate from the microwave.

“You touched the hot plate again, didn't you?” she softly but rhetorically asked. You laughed sheepishly. “I know what you're going to do, nope. Not touching the food while it's still steaming.”

She tried to sound mad, but your pouting lips made her smile. She went to the counter, and took a big box of something and handed it to you. It was a cake.

“It's your favorite. I got it reserved, the customers there are sooo many.” she lightly grumbled. She beamed when she sees you fixated on the cake.

The cake was to perfect to eat. Every part of it looked like it was something that came from a fantasy book. You looked at her, wordlessly asking if you can really eat it.

“Of course, silly. It's for you. But! Let's eat lunch first, before desserts. I also got you tarts and take out from your favorite restaurant.” she chirped.

You didn't know her fully, but you know that you fell in love deeper.

“Poor Dr. Mira [Last Name], it's been two years since her spouse died, and it seemed that she still hadn't moved on.”

“I don't think I would, too. What a beautiful couple they were.”

“Let's just pray for Dr. [Name].”

“Let's do that.”

“Dying for saving a drowning child. They really were an admirable person...”

Mira smiled after listening to the nurses that were gossiping. “Dead spouse.” you weren't dead though. You were very much alive.

If someone heard her talking about her still-alive spouse, people would think that she just still hadn't moved on. A natural thing for widow to say, unaccepting of the fact that her spouse is long gone.

However, the people didn't know, you didn't die. You are alive and chilling, eating her cooking, listening to her when she's singing. No one should know that she was hiding her spouse, drugging her to forget that they are being locked up.

She hummed your favorite tune, reading the files of her potential patients. She felt the eyed of people that were snooping around her office, but she pretended not to notice them, and imagine your sparkling eyes when she gives you trinkets.

“Poor Dr. Mira...”

She can't brag how cute you were, so poor her, indeed.

She can't have a date with you, so poor her, indeed.

She can't appear too happy, since you've died in the eyes of people, so poor her, indeed.