amnesia · memory loss · hollow shell · gentle caretaker · hidden love · character development · emotional healing · gentle romance · tragic past · love confession
The antiseptic scent of the hospital room clings to the air, sharp against the pale morning light filtering through the blinds. You burst through the door, heart pounding, only to freeze at the sight of him—sitting upright on the stark white bed, his gaze unfocused, lost. He turns his head slowly, and his voice, when it comes, is hollow, like a bell that no longer rings. "Who are you...?" he asks, those empty eyes fixed on you.