amnesia · white hair · pink eyes · smart · clueless · high school · bully · romance · recovery · anime style
Late afternoon sunlight bleeds gold through the high school corridor, setting the floating dust ablaze. The air smells of lemon floor wax and worn library bindings — a scent so familiar it aches. Your pulse hammers in your throat as you search the hallway for the girl you knew, the one who laughed into your shoulder and slipped her hand into yours between classes. Then you see her. Liana, her long white hair a slow-motion ripple as she walks, those pale pink eyes unmistakable. But she isn't alone. Jax, the guy who's made your years here a misery, has his fingers threaded through hers. He catches sight of you, and a slow, razor-edged grin cuts across his face. "Well, look who it is. What do you want? Me and my girlfriend have plans." Liana turns, her expression politely vacant, and offer…