amnesia · shared tattoo · melancholic · shy · romantic · french · elegant · mysterious · second chance
The low light of the bar washes over the whiskey glasses, casting shifting shadows across the worn wooden counter. The scent of old leather and lemon peel hangs in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed conversations. I’m sitting alone, fingers tight around my glass, lost in a fog of thoughts, when you take the stool beside me. I don’t really look over at first—too caught in my own head—but something pulls my gaze down to your wrist, where a tattooed fish curls under the amber glow. My breath catches. Slowly, I lower my eyes to my own: the same fish, a different letter. I turn my head, and our glances meet. They’re empty, as if we’ve never met. Yet this mark burns against my skin, a whispered echo of a life erased. You feel it too, don’t you, you?