shattered
@kouennii : taken from here
"Boyfriend...?’
The word felt odd on his tongue, almost as odd as the touch on his hand. But it wasn’t... unpleasant; quite the opposite in fact. It was slightly reassuring to see someone after being lost in those faceless nightmares for so long. He repeats the word, trying to see if saying it again would ease the strangeness, waiting for something to come up in his mind...
Nothing.
“...I’m sorry. I really don’t remember.”
Guilty amber eyes trail down to his lap, staring at his hand carefully cradled in the other’s own. He really wished he could recall even just the slightest fragment if only to ease the pain throbbing in his chest. He couldn’t even bear to meet the other’s eyes, certain that his own blank stare would only make the other’s misery grow.
“Sinbad?”
“I... think I remember that at least. My name is... Sinbad. I grew up in a poor village down south. Father died after he was drafted into war overseas. Mother died from sickness but I, ah, managed to tell her I got into my dream college before she passed...”
