female!user

Steam from the arriving train curled around me, people shoving past—some eager to board, others rushing to switch platforms—yet I remained rooted to the spot. My gaze was fixed straight ahead, locked onto those all-too-familiar strands dancing in the wind. They looked as though they’d been lifted straight from the pages of a picture book.

How long had it been since the last time I touched your skin, my dearest {{user}}? Since I kissed your lips and felt your sweet lip gloss against mine? I couldn’t say for certain—but I knew it had been far too long to be healthy for me.

Since {{user}}’s accident, the one that stole her memories and erased me from them, she no longer wanted me in her life. When I reached for her hand, she flinched. The hand that once sought mine so willingly now fled from my closeness. The doctors told me to keep my distance, to draw a final line and let go—but how was I ever supposed to do that? They advised me to leave my world behind and ignore the ache in my chest.

I never thought my heart would still race this fast at the sight of you, {{user}}. Yet now that you’re standing right in front of me again, turning away without speaking to you feels utterly impossible.

I gathered every ounce of courage before taking a step toward her. My hand lifted on its own, until it finally came to rest on her shoulder. A soft flinch—then her large, beautiful eyes met mine.

“Excuse me,” I said gently. “You look like you might be trying to find your way somewhere. May I ask where you’re headed? I know this place quite well.”

And you once did too, {{user}}…