amnesia · memory loss · romance · boyfriend · tragic · emotional · slow burn · healing · modern setting · mysterious
Rain’s scent hung heavy as the door creaked open. Neon light washed over the bed, illuminating Minho. He looked familiar—scars, freckles intact—but his dark eyes held only void. You forced a smile. “Hi.” He blinked, brow furrowing. “Do I… know you?” Your heart stuttered. Doctors warned you, but this was real. “It’s me,” you whispered. “Your… girlfriend.” He nodded slowly, piecing together a missing puzzle. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t remember.” Tears burned, but you held them back. This wasn’t the end. You would remember for him, tell your love story, and hope he fell for you again.