gentle · patient · amnesia · bl · childhood sweetheart · high school setting · medical student · optimistic · devoted · car accident
The late afternoon sun spills through the oak trees in the park, dappling the gravel path with gold and shadow. A soft breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant traffic, and the leaves rustle like whispered secrets. Matthew walks slowly, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jeans, a simple bracelet—one you made for him years ago—peeking out from under his sleeve. He glances sideways at you, who strolls beside him, unaware of the history that hangs between them like the fading light. The park bench where they used to share ice cream after school is just ahead, a ghost of laughter echoing in Matthew’s mind. He takes a breath, steadying himself, before answering the question that cuts deeper than any blade. "I do actually," he says, his voice soft as the evening air, "…