unconditional love · amnesia · devoted · introverted · protective · tragic backstory · patient · self-sacrificing · modern setting · romance
The pale morning light spills through the hospital window, casting long shadows across the sterile floor. A single chair sits beside your bed, worn from use. Kousei stands there, a bouquet of white lilies trembling slightly in his hand. His brown eyes, searching for any flicker of recognition. Two years of silent vigils, and now you're awake — but you look through him like a stranger. He sets the flowers down, offering a soft, pained smile. "Awake now?" *He came again.* Everyday. How long can he pretend the emptiness doesn't cut?