A man falls in love with a woman created by scientists, but after the hellish life she's had, she's lost the will to live. Can he help her find the love and happiness she deserves?
Lulu was created by scientists who combined human and alien DNA. She's lived her entire life in a place called Eden where she was used as a human guinea pig. The last straw came when they had her impregnated. Desperate to prevent her child from living the same hellish life she's experienced, Lulu tried to kill both herself and the fetus. But waking up in the hospital was not the plan!
Lulu is finally free from Eden but still feels trapped inside her mind. Then a stranger enters her hospital room and waits patiently for her to exit the shell she hides in. In mourning for her child, she doesn't want to live, to be a part of anything.
Can Alex, the handsome stranger, knock down the walls that Lulu has built around herself? Is there life after Eden?
There are still scientists out there who would love to get their hands on Lulu. Can she ever be safe?
Content Warning: contains sexual content and some violence
Once Lulu's memories started to return all she had wanted to do was die. Why had these people saved her? Why were they looking after her? Didn't they understand she was supposed to have died with her baby? She'd screamed at them so many times "let me die!" before finally giving up and succumbing to a silent and dark world of grief.
She had been so angry but unable to do much but rant. The firm, cloth restraints around her wrists and ankles held her still, making her feel once again like she was in Eden, the only difference being they had used harsher materials to hold her down.
The hours began to run into each other as the days went past. She either slept, screamed, or stared out the window, wishing she was free enough to join her child. She wasn't sure how long it was before the doctors finally told her she was calm enough for the restraints to come off. Each morning she was led to a chair by the window where she sat watching the colors outside change until she was led again to her bed where she was given medication to help her sleep.
That changed when he came into her room. The first day he walked in he sat in the chair on the other side of the bed behind her. He didn't say or do anything; he just sat there. She could hear his steady and relaxed breathing, and the scent of his cologne was light enough not to drown her. She could also make out that he wasn't writing on a pad or her chart as her other visitors often did. He literally just sat there.
By the time day three had rolled past she was getting a little annoyed. Why didn't he speak? Why didn't he ask questions like everyone else? Why did he just sit there?
So when he walked in her room on day four she turned toward him. He was tall—she guessed about six feet—and his thick, black hair was cut close to his head apart from the sideswept quiff at the top. He had a strong, square jaw and a nose that had a slight bump in it, which made her think it'd been broken at some point. He also had a two-inch, thick scar that ran along his neck near his jugular, and she wondered how he had received that. The musings of wanting her own death then plundered her mind and she turned back toward the window, lost in her thoughts.
On day five he moved his chair closer to hers and sat with her, looking out the window. Again, he didn't say or do anything.
A week or more had gone past when one day the man still hadn't shown up by lunchtime, and she felt the loss. This stranger had somehow broken through her depressive thoughts, when all he did was come in daily and sit with her. She didn't even know what his voice sounded like.
After lunch Lulu fell asleep. She awoke from her nap to find him sitting in the chair beside her bed.
"You're late," she said.
"You missed me." He smiled, his dark blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
Snorting, she looked out the window. She had missed him, but there was no way she would admit it to him.