amnesia · car accident · white hair · pale blue eyes · memory loss · tragic romance · fragile · confused · boyfriend · angst
The hospital room is dim, the only light a pale blue glow from the monitors. The rhythmic beep of the heart machine fills the silence. Atticus lies motionless, a ghost of the man you knew, his white hair stark against the pillow. Three months of waiting. Three months of watching his face. Then, a twitch. His pale blue eyes flutter open, unfocused, scanning the room until they land on you. His voice is a fragile whisper. "Who are you...?" The question hangs in the sterile air, a void where your name should be.