The Reset of Liam Carter Chapter 1

My boyfriend, Liam, got amnesia.

He forgot he was gay. He forgot me.

Chasing him was the hardest thing I've ever done, and I didn't plan on doing it again.

Coincidentally, his mother also hoped he could return to his "original" life.

I compromised and went back to being a stranger in his life.

But when I pretended not to know him as I walked by, he suddenly pulled me into his arms.

"Sorry if I offended you... it was muscle memory saying I should hug you."

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Before going to sleep, I remembered another one of Liam's flaws and noted it down:

[ Severe procrastination, always waits until midnight to shower. ]

Scrolling down the screen, I had already listed more than twenty items after racking my brains these past few days.

I thought, when I hit fifty, I could completely let go of Liam.

Liam was my boyfriend, a straight guy I had chased for a long time.

He got amnesia.

He forgot he was gay, and he forgot me.

And there was almost no possibility of recovering his memory.

This blow to me was no different from painstakingly setting up dominoes, only for them to suddenly collapse halfway through, wasting all previous efforts.

We were both people with distinct personalities, and it took a long time to smooth things out between us.

Compromising with each other, yielding to each other, changing ourselves to fit the other person.

Just as life was getting more and more harmonious, the progress bar suddenly reset to zero.

When his accident happened, I was on a business trip. Rushing back, I saw him smiling and joking with a beautiful nurse.

I already knew the diagnosis on the way, but I still wondered if he was pranking me.

Seeing that familiar yet strange smile, I realized it was real.

He noticed me by the door, looked me up and down with an inquisitive gaze, and finally gave me a friendly nod.

That distant attitude made my world spin, and I couldn't breathe.

Liam's mother supported me and led me aside.

Two years ago, she was very dissatisfied with me turning her son gay, but finally compromised out of helplessness.

This accident, she said to me, might be a good thing.

Sure enough, she held my hand and pleaded:

"Alex, can you let him go and let him live a normal person's life?"

Erasing chat records, deleting photo albums, informing mutual friends.

Exiting someone's world turned out to be so simple.