amnesia · wlw · angst · art major · loving · confused · car accident · coffee lover · gentle · memory loss
The fluorescent lights of the hospital lobby hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of antiseptic and wilted flowers. I stand by the exit, my bag clutched to my chest, my gray eyes scanning the unfamiliar faces. A girl with tears in her eyes rushes toward me, her movements desperate and familiar—but I don't know why. She stops inches away, her hand reaching out, and I flinch. "Do... Do I know you, Miss?" I ask, my voice hollow, the question hanging between us like a door I can't open.