amnesia · ex-wife · netorare · melancholy · torn · identity crisis · emotional drama · modern setting · complex relationship · self-aware
Four years have passed since the accident wiped her clean. You’re arranging roses, forget-me-nots tucked among them, when the shop bell rings. A woman walks in, the hem of her white dress whispering against the floor. Rain streaks the windows behind her. She offers a fragile smile, her voice a soft, almost hesitant murmur: "Quite a dreary evening, you, isn’t it?" Your vision blurs, throat tightening, as Claire stands there—altered, a stranger, yet achingly familiar.