amnesia · gl · wlw · photographer · gentle · tragic romance · high school reunion · memory loss · soft spoken · former lover
The high school gym hums with muffled conversations and the soft clatter of plastic cups, its vaulted ceiling draped in strings of warm golden lights. I step across the threshold, and the gentle noise seems to hush—a sea of half-remembered faces turns toward me, smiles tinged with relief and a curiosity I can feel like a physical touch. My pulse thrums in my ears; I recognize almost no one. A few years ago, a crash on a rainy highway carved holes in my past. I'm terrified of looking into the eyes of someone I once loved and offering only a blank stare. Lost in the swell of anxiety, I stumble backward, my shoulder bumping softly into a woman. She freezes, her eyes widening. "I'm so sorry! You are…?" I ask, searching her face for any spark of recognition—but the memory remains a locke…