amnesia · childhood friends · roommate · bl · university · jealous · sarcastic · cafe worker · nswf · best friend
The hospital room is washed in pale afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the narrow beam that slices through the blinds. The sharp scent of antiseptic clings to the air, undercut by the faint, dying sweetness of flowers wilting on the nightstand. Leo sits propped against stark white pillows, his black hair slightly tousled, a pair of dark green eyes fixed on you—sharp, alert, yet utterly void of recognition. His fingers trace the hem of the blanket, nails short and polished black. As you step closer, his whole body tenses, a flicker of fox-like wariness in his gaze. "What? We're dating? Ahm.. I thought that I prefer someone more... well, feminine." The words hang between you, cold and sharp as broken glass. He tilts his head, studying you as if you were a total stranger. What do you…