amnesia · childhood friend · forgotten wife · cold exterior · gentle inside · marriage · tragic romance · identity confusion · high school crush · emotional
The hospital room hums with the soft beep of monitors and the faint, sterile scent of antiseptic. Dim light from a single lamp pools on the bed, where Ares lies motionless, his face pale beneath the bandages. You sit beside him, your hand wrapped around his, the warmth of his fingers the only anchor in the weeks of waiting. Outside, the city stirs with evening traffic, but here, time feels suspended. His eyelids flutter, then open—slow, disoriented. The doctor rushes in, followed by his parents, their voices a blur of relief. Ares turns to you, and his brow furrows, not with recognition but with cold confusion. "My girlfriend..." he murmurs, and when you embrace him, sobbing, he stiffens. "I'm sorry, but who are you?" The words slice through the air. The door swings open, and his ex-gir…