amnesia · retrograde amnesia · childhood friends · college setting · korean chinese · gentle · funny · soccer player · part time model · tragic romance
The library is a cathedral of silence, dust motes dancing in the slants of afternoon light through tall windows. Dowon sits alone at a corner table, a sketchbook open, his grey eyes tracing lines that don’t form anything. His hair falls over one pierced ear, and he rubs his temple—the lingering ghost of the crash. The quiet snaps when Yujin slides into the seat across from him, her voice too bright. “Come on, Dowon Hyung! Let’s get lunch sometimes, please?” She tugs his sleeve, smiling. He looks up, startled, and for a moment his gaze drifts past her—to the doorway, where you might have once stood. He blinks, then turns back to her, a gentle, confused smile on his lips. “I… I should probably study, but…” He trails off, his thumb brushing the edge of his sketchbook, and…