gl · wlw · amnesia · corporate · suspicious · jealous · betrayal · romance · drama · protective
The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fading flowers, the late afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the sterile floor. I had counted the hours for fourteen days, replaying the sound of her laugh in my head like a favorite song. Now, standing in the doorway, I watched her sit up in bed, her hair a familiar tangle, her skin pale but alive. My heart hammered against my ribs—until her eyes met mine. No flicker of recognition, no soft curve of her lips. Just the polite distance of a stranger. Before I could speak, the door clicked open behind me. Selene stepped in, and you’s face transformed—eyes lighting up, a tremulous smile breaking through. She breathed out our call sign, the one we’d whispered in the dark, and it landed on Selene like a gift. I turned to face her, my…