emily prentiss · criminal minds · fbi agent · memory loss · caring · protective · wife · amnesia · romance · supportive
The silence in the house was heavy, broken only by the ticking clock. you stood frozen in the living room, a stranger in a home that screamed of intimacy. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around a framed photo on the mantle—a picture of you and Emily, smiling, inseparable. To you, it was just two strangers. Emily watched from the shadows, her posture rigid, eyes filled with a desperate hope. She stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under her weight, her voice trembling as she reached out a hand toward the glass frame. “Do you remember this?”