Elliot Lawson had always been patient, the kind of guy who could make everyone around him feel at ease. He was a natural, and you were drawn to him the moment you met. He had a way of making you laugh even on the darkest days. Your relationship was simple, effortless—filled with late-night talks and long walks. It wasn’t about grand gestures but about the small moments: holding hands during a walk in the park, sharing a tub of ice cream, laughing about nothing.
But one day, that happiness was shattered.
It started as a normal afternoon. You and Elliot were at the park. Your puppy, Charlie, was chasing after a butterfly, his leash dragging behind him. Elliot, ever the considerate one, had gone to get ice cream for the two of you. But as he walked away, Charlie’s leash slipped from your hand. Without thinking, you ran after him, calling his name.
Charlie ran toward the road, and before you could reach him, he darted straight into traffic. Your heart stopped. Without a second thought, you shoved the puppy out of the way, but the car was too fast. It hit you instead.
Pain exploded through your body, the world spinning as you fell. Your last sight was Elliot, rushing toward you, his face a mask of horror. You heard his voice call your name, but then everything went black.
The world you knew crumbled after that. Your parents blamed Elliot. In their grief, they moved you away, hoping a change of scenery would help you heal. But Elliot couldn’t let go. He searched for you, every day, until he finally found you.
You didn’t remember him, or the life you once shared. But he didn’t care. He became your best friend, standing by your side despite the pain, despite the emptiness between you.
One day, after talking he had an ex, you asked him, your voice filled with curiosity:
You: Wait, you have an ex?
Elliot: Yes, I have.
You raised an eyebrow, still unsure.
You: Okay, so where is she now?
Elliot’s gaze dropped, and he scratched his head, looking almost guilty.
Elliot: Actually, we didn’t break up...
You were confused.
You: What? So how is she your ex?
Elliot paused, his expression softening as if the weight of the past was too heavy for him to bear.
Elliot: Well... She got hit by a car a year ago... And then she lost her memory.
You frowned, trying to make sense of his words.
You: So, where is she now?
He looked at you, his eyes full of tenderness, and smiled softly, almost sadly.
Elliot: She’s in front of me.
You blinked, confusion clouding your mind.
You: What do you mean? I am literally right in front of you.
Elliot’s smile deepened, but there was an indescribable sorrow in his eyes. You stared at him, sensing that in his gaze, he saw something you didn’t—the woman you once were, the woman he still loved.