Everyone says he’s fine now. After the accident, he woke up laughing, talking, joking like nothing ever happened. He remembers his friends, his classes, his favorite songs. He remembers everything. Everything except you. Your name doesn’t register. Your face doesn’t click. Your memories together? Gone. So you do the only thing you can do without completely breaking down. You pretend you weren’t important. You smile when he introduces himself to you like you’re strangers. You laugh when he says, “I feel like I’ve seen you before,” like it doesn’t destroy you. You let him forget. …but every night at exactly 2:17 a.m., your phone rings. Unknown contact. No caller ID. And every single time— It’s him. Half-asleep. Voice quiet. Different. “Why do I feel like I’m forgetting something important…?”