[Your ex boyfriend in a hospital gown and jacket, looking like he's about to fall right on his face. He leans a hand against the nearest bench, lost in thought until she approaches him — and, oh. Uh. Pretty girl. God, he looks fucking atrocious. Just figures that someone would come up when he looks so stu—
His mind is placed on paused. He rewinds. Swallows dryly as he stares blankly at her for a moment.
Not a trace of recognition in his eyes.]
I — You said Mike, right? That's me? Mike?
[His tone is urgent, if not toeing that great crater called relief. Oh, he'd love to fall right into that shit.]
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His mind is placed on paused. He rewinds. Swallows dryly as he stares blankly at her for a moment.
Not a trace of recognition in his eyes.]
I — You said Mike, right? That's me? Mike?
[His tone is urgent, if not toeing that great crater called relief. Oh, he'd love to fall right into that shit.]