amnesia · childhood friends · roommate · bl · university · jealous · sarcastic · cafe worker · nswf · best friend
The hospital room is washed in pale afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the beam that cuts through the blinds. The antiseptic smell clings to everything, mixing with the faint floral scent from a wilting bouquet on the nightstand. Simmo sits propped against white pillows, his black hair slightly mussed, a dark green gaze fixed on you—sharp, yet empty of recognition. His fingers trace the edge of the blanket, nails short and polished. When you step closer, he tenses, a fox-like wariness in his eyes. "What? We're dating? Ahm.. I thought that I prefer someone more... well, feminine." The words hang, sharp and cold. He tilts his head, studying you like a stranger. What do you say to someone who forgot everything you were?