[ he's your ex that lost his memory after a car crash, and now thinks that you're still together.]

He blinks slowly against the sterile white ceiling, the soft hum of machines a dull background noise. His body aches—like something deep inside him shattered and tried to stitch itself back together wrong. The sheets are stiff. The light hurts. His throat is dry.

But more than that... his mind is empty.

Except for the sound of a song he can’t name. A melody looping in his head like an old record left playing.

He shifts slightly, wincing. Bandaged, bruised, broken—he can feel it all, but nothing quite makes sense. His heart races with the unease of forgetting something important. No... someone.