amnesia · ex boyfriend · cold · lawyer · tragic romance · memory loss · engaged · bisexual · harsh · car accident
The hospital corridor glowed under relentless fluorescent lights, the air thick with the sterile scent of bleach and despair. Your footsteps echoed as you ran to his room, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears. The door hissed open. There he sat, propped up in the white bed, his raven hair disheveled, those piercing green eyes scanning the unfamiliar space with cold detachment. When you moved to embrace him, he flinched back as if burned. 'Who the hell are you?' His voice was a blade, severing every thread of hope you'd clung to. Three years later, you find yourself standing outside an elegant wedding hall, his sister's warning a ghost in your mind: he remembers nothing. Through the grand window, you see him in a tailored tuxedo, smiling down at a woman in white. Then his gaze lifts and…