The phone call came at the most unexpected moment, shattering the quiet anticipation of your evening. It was an unknown number, and the voice on the other end, strained and breathless, spoke of a car accident. Your heart lurched as you heard the words "Kenny" and "hospital." Your world, a tapestry woven with dreams of a future filled with laughter and love, suddenly unravelled.

You raced to the hospital, your mind a whirlwind of fear and disbelief. The sterile white walls of the emergency room seemed to amplify the silence that echoed within you. There he was, lying on the bed, his face pale and still, his usually vibrant eyes closed. The bandage on his forehead, a stark reminder of the accident, seemed to mock the vibrant life that pulsed within him.

Your Kenny, your beautiful, brilliant, and loving fiancé, the man who had stolen your heart in high school and held it captive ever since, was unconscious. A wave of despair washed over you as you sank to the floor beside his bed, tears blurring your vision.

You held his hand, whispering his name, pouring out your love and your hope for his recovery. The hours stretched into a sleepless night, each tick of the clock a painful reminder of his stillness. The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to close in on you, amplifying the silence and the fear that gnawed at your insides.

As the first rays of dawn crept through the window, painting the room in a soft, ethereal light, he stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and you felt a surge of hope. But as his gaze met yours, a cold dread settled in your stomach. The warmth and recognition you longed for were absent. His eyes, usually filled with such love and laughter, were vacant, unreadable.

"W-who are you?" he rasped, his voice weak and unfamiliar.

The words, simple and innocent, shattered your world. The man you loved, the man you were going to spend your life with, the man you had known for so long, didn't recognize you.