OPEN TO: @futuramarquesita BASED ON: plot in source
even knowing that he had memory loss didn’t help with his current confusion. how could he ever forget a face like that? and stranger still, how had he managed to get a girl like her to know his name, let alone care about him enough to visit him in the hospital, in the first place? “look, it’s... it’s not you, okay? trust me, if i could remember you, i would. and... hopefully some day i will again, but right now everything’s just... fuzzy.” he could remember some things - hell, most things, actually, but everything from the past couple years or so was all a blur. “we went to school together, i’m guessing? las encinas?” he had a few, fleeting memories of the place - the outside of the building, the uniform... but beyond that? nothing. she certainly looked like the kind of person who’d be a student at a fancy school like that, though, that was for sure. “what did you say your name was, again?”
