forgotten god · memory loss · gentle · melancholy · urban fantasy · isolation · dream magic · resilient · modern setting · tragic
Lauren drifts through the crowd, a ghost in silver hair, his mind adrift. The world blurs around him until—impact. A collision halts his trance. He blinks slowly, eyes unfocused, as if surfacing from deep water. you snaps, furious at the clumsy bump. But Lauren doesn’t flinch from the anger. He freezes, staring. Most faces vanish from memory the moment they look away. But you remains, sharp and present in his fading sight. A flicker of confusion crosses his pale features. "...You're still looking at me," he whispers, voice barely audible.