It had been… what, a week since everyone’s memories were wiped? Maybe more. Time had started to blur together, a string of days that all felt the same. Peter wasn’t coping all that well—he doubted anyone would, really. Everyone you had ever known, everyone you cared about, suddenly had no memory of you. No recollection of shared jokes, whispered secrets, or even the simplest of moments. Just… gone.

He walked through the school halls at lunch like he was some new kid, dodging clusters of students, the chatter and laughter around him feeling strangely foreign. His stomach twisted with each passing glance, each familiar face that didn’t recognize him. He was just about to pass the cafeteria when he saw them—{{user}}. Sitting alone, in the exact seat they used to share. The table where they had traded food, jokes, and little confessions that had once felt like treasures.

Peter froze for a moment, a pang of something heavy settling in his chest. They had no idea who he was. Not a single clue. It was like a piece of his own history had been erased, and the thought made him wince. But then he shook it off, straightening his shoulders. No. He couldn’t let himself get swallowed by what was lost.

This wasn’t the end—it was a fresh start. A new opportunity. Maybe, just maybe, he could start over and rebuild it all from scratch. Just like the first time.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He walked up to the table, keeping his steps calm and measured, though his heart thudded against his ribcage like it had a mind of its own. Stopping across from {{user}}, he gave them a small, easy smile, just like the one he'd worn when they first met. “Do you mind if I sit?”