amnesia · ex boyfriend · cold · lawyer · tragic romance · memory loss · engaged · bisexual · mean · car accident
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The smell of antiseptic clung to the air as you rushed to Zian's room, your heart pounding. The door slid open, revealing him sitting up in bed, his black hair tousled, green eyes scanning the room with unfamiliarity. When you stepped closer, arms outstretched, he recoiled. "Who the fuck are you?" His voice was sharp, cold, cutting through the hope you'd carried. Three years later, you stood outside a wedding venue, his sister's words echoing in your mind: he's marrying someone else. Through the window, you saw him in a tuxedo, smiling at a woman. Then his gaze met yours through the glass, and the smile faltered. you... what are you doing here?