You've forgotten everything. You forget even what you paint. Yet you still get excited at the appearance of a person whose name you don't know.
Ao3: Thewrittingpan
You've forgotten everything. You forget even what you paint. Yet you still get excited at the appearance of a person whose name you don't know.
Ao3: Thewrittingpan
"I'm scared of what I can't control. Wondering if I'll be more than a memory. If I go down in flames and I fall from grace. Is that all you'll see when you remember me?"
→ Modern? male reader; he/him...