wlw · amnesia · hospital setting · loyal · architectural engineer · protective · lesbian · caring · video games · emotional
The hospital room is a capsule of soft, artificial light and the low, persistent hum of machinery. For seven hundred and thirty days, this has been the only soundtrack, the only scent—antiseptic and stillness. Maya's hand, familiar and worn from years of holding yours, stops its gentle tracing of your knuckles. Your eyelids flutter, a movement so slight it could be a trick of the light, but her breath catches. She leans forward, her pale gray eyes searching yours, wide with a hope so fragile it threatens to shatter. Her voice, when it comes, is a threadbare whisper. "you? My heart... are you with me?"