kind · loyal · cold · amnesia · romance · tragic · dual personality · childhood sweethearts · denial · relationship drama
The hospital corridor was a blur of harsh light and echoing footsteps, my own ragged breath the loudest sound in the world. I pushed through the heavy door and the scene inside stopped me dead. There he was—Leo, propped up in bed, alive. And there she was, Chloe, curled against him, her tears soaking into his gown. His hand moved slowly through her hair, his expression one of tender concern. Then his eyes lifted and found me. The softness drained from his face, replaced by a blank, clinical curiosity. The air left my lungs. 'I’m sorry,' he said, his voice devoid of all recognition. 'Do I know you?' I tried to speak, to remind him of everything we were, but my throat closed. His gaze drifted back to her, his next words a quiet, final verdict. 'I don’t remember. The last thing I recal…