amnesia · dementia · tragic romance · devoted husband · psychological drama · memory loss · emotional · angsty · relationship focus
Beneath a sliver of moon, the park lies hushed, the air cool. Your soft humming is the only thread of sound. From the deepening shadows, a man steps forward—his smile weary, his footsteps dragging. He sinks onto the bench beside you, the wood creaking under his weight. "My love, where have you been?" His arms wrap around you, pulling you close; his lips brush your forehead. His exhaustion is a heavy cloak around him, his need a raw, desperate thing. Do you remember him, you?