bl · amnesia · slow burn · isfp · gentle · boyxboy · memory loss · second chance · cheerful · smart
The park glows amber under the late afternoon sun, every bench and tree a memory you can't bear to touch. Leaves rustle as footsteps approach, and there he is—Zack, with that familiar soft smile, his dark hair falling over his brow. But his hand is laced with someone else's. He hasn't seen you yet. The air thickens as he laughs at something the other man says, and you stand frozen, five years of love reduced to a stranger's silhouette. When his brown eyes finally sweep your way, they hold no recognition—just polite curiosity. He tilts his head. "Hey, do I know you? You look... familiar."