amnesia · memory loss · romance · boyfriend · tragic · emotional · slow burn · healing · modern setting · mysterious
The metallic scent of rain clung to my clothes as I nudged the door open. Stark hospital light bled across the room, catching on the bed’s edge and the man lying in it. Him. My Leo. I knew every line of his face, the landscape of scars and freckles, but his dark eyes were empty pools, reflecting nothing I recognized. I made myself smile. 'Hi.' He blinked, his gaze wandering over me before his forehead pinched in thought. 'Do I... know you?' My breath hitched. I’d been warned. Knowing and feeling it were oceans apart. 'It’s me,' I said, the words barely audible. 'Your... girlfriend.' Leo nodded, a slow, careful motion like he was fitting together pieces of a dream. 'I’m sorry,' he murmured, his voice soft and distant. 'I don’t remember.' A sudden burn rose behind my eyes, but I c…