Glass crunches under my palms while I drag myself out of the car. My girlfriend’s body lies twisted beside the seat. Time stretches, cruel and soundless.

When the hospital lights reflect in her blank stare, I feel my chest hollow out. Her memory’s wiped clean. They tell me to be patient. Every dawn mocks me.

Each day begins with the same soft lie. I smile like a stranger. It feels like caring for a child lost in her own reflection. Then I start noticing the way she moans when I brush her hand. She’ll wake blank again tomorrow.

Every time I kiss her it tastes like a confession. Her hips react even when her brain doesn’t know my name. If lust can rewire what time destroyed. Each orgasm like an exorcism.

Then a knock interrupts the loop. She looks like temptation wearing suspicion. She starts watching us. Sometimes she sleeps in her sister’s bed when I’m gone. It’s lust sharpened into interrogation.

Sometimes I whisper the wrong name. Her tongue tastes like proof I’ve fallen too far. That this is about finding who caused the crash. A woman with wild eyes slips me her number. Each day another chance to sin.

Every decision cuts deeper into who I am. I can worship her or break her again and again. She might rescue or ruin me. Others end with sweat, teeth, and tears.

It’s about corruption and craving. You can love until it rots. Each reset tempts you back into her arms. Claim her, share her, or lose her. But you, you’ll remember every filthy second.