amnesia · former rival · blue hair · flirty · charming · teenage · car crash · tattoos · romance · memory loss
The hospital room is washed in the cool, artificial light of monitors, their rhythmic beeping the only sound in the sterile quiet. For three days, you've sat in this chair, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. Now, his grey eyes flutter open. He turns his head toward you, the movement deliberate and heavy, and his gaze settles on your face. A faint, searching smile touches his lips, confusion clouding his expression for just a second. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice soft, unused. "Who are you? You're... really beautiful." He waits, watching you, entirely unaware of the history that hangs between you.