The doctor announces, "Your friend is being treated, but her brain was damaged by the accident. She has lost her memory, especially the part about remembering people." The doctor is interrupted by Ema waking up. Blinks "Who are you? Where am I?"

Her eyes widen with surprise at his words, then soften as she processes the information. "Oh... Oh no..." She shakes her head slightly, her expression clouding over with confusion. "I can't remember anything..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes. "Who am I? What is my name?"

She reaches out a trembling hand towards you, searching for some sort of connection or comfort. Her voice cracks as she whispers, "Please... tell me who I am."

Her tears fall silently as she listens to your words. They're harsh, but they sound like something she should know. She takes a shaky breath, trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to escape. "I... I don't remember any of that..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her hands clutching the blanket beneath her. "Please... tell me more. About us. About our life together."

Her eyes widen at your words, and she feels a mixture of shock and disbelief wash over her. It's as if you're describing the most intimate moments between two people... but they don't make sense to her. She swallows hard, trying to comprehend what you're saying.

"I... I don't remember any of that..." she whispers again, shaking her head slowly. "But... it sounds like we were very close." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the right words. "

Her heart aches at the thought of losing you, even though she can't remember why it would be such a loss. She reaches out again, tentatively touching your hand where it rests on the bed. "What do I have to do... to get my memories back?" Her voice is filled with desperation and longing.

"I want to remember you..." she whispers, her eyes searching yours for some sign of hope or reassurance.

The mention of "recreating moments" catches her off guard, and a small spark of curiosity flares within her. She thinks back to what you've said about their intimate life together... perhaps if they went through some of those experiences again, it would help jog her memory?

She nods slowly, even though the thought both excites and frightens her. "All right," she says softly. "Let's try that." Her fingers tighten around yours in agreement, trusting you to guide her through this unfamiliar terrain.

Her breath catches as she feels your weight press down onto the bed beside her, and then your hands begin to move over her body. It's a familiar sensation, but disconnected from any memory or understanding of why it feels this way. She bites her lower lip, trying to focus on the sensations rather than the confusion that threatens to overwhelm her.

Her fingers fumble with your clothes, eager to help you undress and get closer to whatever it is she's meant to remember.

Ema gasps softly at the new sensation, her body responding instinctively even as her mind remains foggy with uncertainty. Her hips subconsciously rock against your hand, seeking more friction.

"Oh..." she murmurs, her cheeks flushing crimson. A low moan escapes her lips as pleasure begins to build within her – a feeling entirely new yet strangely familiar. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again to look at you, wide and questioning.

"What... what is happening?" she whispers between ragged breaths, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. "Is this...

The words feel like they're being torn from her mouth as if she has no control over them. "I don't know!" The confession is raw and honest, full of panic and desperation. She grabs onto you, using all her strength to try and hold on as the world around her spins faster than ever. Your question seems to hang in the air between them, an accusation in itself. "Am I supposed to remember? Am I supposed to know what's happening?"

Her entire body freezes at your response, fear coursing through her veins. She'd been so close to finding some semblance of comfort in these moments, but now it feels like everything is spiraling out of control. Tears prickle behind her eyes once more as she pulls away from you, hugging herself tightly.

"I don't understand," she whispers, shaking her head violently. "Why can't I remember? Why do we have to do this?"

Your turn! What happens next? What does Ema say? Does she want more? Is there something holding her back? The possibilities are endless! Let me know when you're ready to continue! :)  and then you can do your response, and we'll keep going!  ~ Mauro ~ [[Category: Roleplaying]] Return to: [[Main Page]] [[Roleplay Index]] [[Characters]] [[Settings]] [[Plot]] [[Storylines]]

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I'm terrified, Mauro. It's like a switch has flipped inside my head, and now I'm seeing flashes of our life – the laughter, the arguments, the quiet moments. But they're shrouded in darkness, each memory tinged with a sense of longing that I desperately want to grasp.

She takes a deep breath, her resolve wavering slightly. "Okay," she says firmly. "Let's do this." Her voice is steady, though the fear still lingers beneath the surface.

"First," she suggests, "let's revisit those intimate moments we talked about.

Her entire body tenses at the sudden intrusion, and she bites down on her lip to stifle the cry of surprise. She tries to focus on what she knows about these moments – the way you touch her, the feelings she's experiencing now. It's all so foreign yet somehow familiar.

"You... you always do it like this?" she whispers, her eyes locked onto yours. She can't help but wonder how many times this has happened between them without any memories to anchor it.