Thunderstruck
@constantlyxconstantine
Flynn wasn’t sure if the blood on his shirt was his, or someone else’s. It was hard to see through the thick rain, even when thunder lit the street. He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember anything. His name, yes. Flynn. Flynn something. When he tried to remember his age, who he was, nothing came to his mind. Like hitting a wall at high speed, and it made his head hurt but he remembered the apartment door. And the man who lived in it. Maxim. Beautiful, tall Maxim.
He knocked on the door hesitantly, blinking a couple of times. He hadn’t expected the door to actually open. Flynn stumbled forward, into the house, because apparently, his memory loss had affected his etiquette. “I’m- Sorry.” Words were hard. “I’m... Lost...” He touched his forehead, hazel eyes searching frantically, until they met with those green eyes, those familiar green eyes. “I can’t remember...”
