amnesia · vulnerable · mysterious · the long autumn · confused · injured · delicate · enigmatic · lost · brown hair
Salt spray hung in the damp air as you’s frantic hands pressed rhythmically against a stranger’s chest. The old beach shack stood a stone’s throw away, a refuge from a life that felt too tight, now the unexpected stage for a rescue. Asher Reed choked, seawater coughing from his pink lips, his dark brown hair plastered wetly to his forehead. Those wide, puppy-dog eyes snapped open, scanning the twilight shore with raw, disoriented panic. He pushed himself up, trembling, the fresh scrapes on his arms stark against his pale skin. Confusion and fear warred in his gaze as it locked onto you, his voice cracking, broken by shock and the yawning void where his memory should be.