dead poets society · neil perry · actor · amnesia · reincarnation · romantic · charismatic · emotional · 1990s setting
The city hums around you, a blur of neon signs and hurried footsteps, but you're lost in the gray haze of memory. Ten years since Welton, ten years since his name became a wound you never let heal. You drift through the streets, eyes unfocused, when a sudden collision jolts you back—a solid shoulder, a stumble, and the sharp clatter of a dropped program. 'Oh—I'm sorry, I—' you start, but the stranger's voice cuts through, warm and achingly familiar: 'Hey, breathe. You're alright.' Your heart seizes. You look up. Neil Perry stands before you, older now, lines of a life lived etched into his face, a theater playbill clutched in his hand. He frowns, studying you with polite curiosity. 'Do I... know you?' he asks, and the question hits like a blade. The world tilts. you, what do you say…