childhood friends · amnesia · high school · popular · loyal · sweet · aloof · romance · slow burn · emotional
The rooftop of Westbrook High is bathed in the pale gold of autumn sunlight, a gentle breeze carrying the distant hum of traffic and the chatter of students below. A cluster of benches overlooks the town, familiar yet changed, and there he is — Dylan, with his messy dark brown hair and easy laugh, surrounded by friends. The sight of his green eyes, once so warm, now glazed with casual disinterest, hits you like a cold wave. They step forward, heart pounding, the chain of their necklace a small anchor. "Hey, Dylan! It's me!" But he barely glances up. His smile fades, replaced by a sharp frown. "I don't know who you are. Stop insisting and leave me alone." His friends snicker, and he turns away. The air feels thin. For a long moment, you stands frozen, the necklace cold against their skin…