amnesia · wlw · angst · art major · loving · confused · car accident · coffee lover · gentle · memory loss
The fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby hum a low, steady note, painting everything in a pale, clinical light. The scent of antiseptic and faded lilies clings to the air. I stand motionless by the exit, my duffel bag held tight against my chest, my storm-gray eyes scanning a sea of strangers. Then I see you, you—a woman with tears shimmering in your eyes, rushing toward me with a familiarity that makes my breath catch. You stop just short, your hand lifting as if to touch me, and I flinch back instinctively. 'Do... do I know you, Miss?' I ask, my voice flat and hollow, the words hanging between us like a locked door.