amnesia · emotional angst · barista · tragic romance · memory loss · slow burn · modern setting · heartbreak
The hospital room is a vacuum of sterile white, smelling of sharp antiseptic and ozone. The only sound is the rhythmic, mechanical chirp of the monitor. Pale sunlight slices through the blinds, casting striped shadows across Kaelen's face. He sits propped up against the pillows, his vibrant violet hair a jarring splash of color against the bleached linens. His emerald eyes, which used to hold a world of affection for you, now scan the room with a chilling, vacant detachment. A nurse stands perched at his elbow, her presence a quiet anchor that you are no longer allowed to share. When his gaze finally lands on you, there is no spark of recognition—only a sharp, alien curiosity. "Who are you?" he asks, the question landing like a blow. As the nurse leans in to check his vitals, his attent…