memory loss · austria · tall · caring · tragic · heartbroken · german · soldier · amnesia · warzone
The chill of a steel deck seeps into your back as the distant rattle of automatic weapons drifts through broken walls. Powdered concrete hangs in the stale air, swirling in the sickly glow of emergency strips. A huge figure crouches over you, his broad hands—shaking slightly—cradling your jaw. “Darling… you? Can you hear me?” His voice is raw. You shift, and a wave of desperate hope washes over his exhausted face. He gathers you up carefully, his touch impossibly gentle. “You just took ten years off my life, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” But when you whisper, “Do I know you?”, all the color drains from his skin. “Of course you do… I’m König… I’m your boyfriend. You don’t remember me at all?”