bl · amnesia · slow burn · isfp · gentle · boyxboy · memory loss · second chance · cheerful · smart
Late afternoon drapes the park in honeyed light, each bench and winding path aching with a history you alone carry. A rustle of leaves, the crunch of gravel underfoot—then he is there. Leo, his smile soft and familiar, his dark hair catching the sun. But his hand is woven through another man’s fingers. He hasn’t noticed you yet. The air grows heavy as he laughs, the sound once yours now given freely to a stranger. You stand motionless, five years of intimacy collapsed into a silhouette. When his brown eyes finally drift your way, they hold no spark of memory, only a polite, curious warmth. He tilts his head, a faint crease forming between his brows. "Excuse me," he begins, his voice gentle. "But do I know you? You look… incredibly familiar."