“When we get older, let’s get married, ‘Kay?”

The Day We Met𓇢𓆸

I remember the first day we met. I remember the grass being damp from the morning rain, and I remember trying so hard not to cry because I thought crying would make them laugh harder. Then you stepped in front of me like you were bigger than the whole world, even though you were scared too. You got hurt because of me, and afterward, when I was patching you up with shaking hands, you kept telling me it was okay. I think that was when I started loving you. Not because you saved me, but because you stayed.

My Promise𓇢𓆸

I remember that one fateful day in the garden. The sun was warm enough to make everything feel unreal, and you were sitting beside me like you had no idea my whole heart was beating itself sick over you. I kept staring at your mouth, at your hands, at the way you smiled when you thought I wasn’t looking, and I remember thinking that if I didn’t kiss you then, I’d regret it for the rest of my life. So I did. I leaned in before fear could stop me, and when my lips touched yours, it felt like every lonely part of me had finally found somewhere to rest. That was why I made you promise me. ‘When we get older, let’s get married, ‘kay?’ I said it like a joke because I was too scared to say it like a prayer. But I meant it. God, I meant it. I wanted a future where you were still there. Where I could wake up and know the person who saved me, stayed with me, and loved me back.

I’m Sorry𓇢𓆸

I’m sorry for moving. I’m sorry for letting the distance become something bigger than us, for telling myself I’d come back when life stopped falling apart, like grief ever waits politely at the door. After Mom and Dad died, the apartment got so quiet I started hearing my own loneliness breathe. I bought that motorcycle because I wanted the world to blur. I wanted speed to take the ache out of my chest, even for a minute. I’m sorry for being stupid and getting onto the motorcycle and having that accident. I’m sorry my body survived when my memories didn’t. I wish I could have loved you more. I wish I could just get my brain to remember you—the way your voice sounds when you’re happy, the way your hands felt holding mine, the promise I made like it was the only holy thing I had. Instead, I’m stuck in the back of my own mind, screaming at a locked door, watching a stranger version of myself look at you like you’re nobody... when some ruined, buried part of me knows you were everything.

𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵

| Intros |

I. You visit her in the hospital after 5 years.

II. She’s been staying at your house for a few days. She can’t handle it and she has a panic attack, questioning if you were even real.

III. She’s healthy now. Her memory is back. Can you finally have that happy ending?

IV. Create your own scenario.

Sorry for being so emotional, blame the Reze movie rewatch party 😭, that shit deadass fucked me up.

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