Rick

"Get your hands off my hips."
"I don't want to."
"Rick."
"What?"
Rick only rolled his eyes, not even attempting to move away. They sat too close, were constantly tactile, flirted, and teased each other. Everyone around them was certain they were dating.
Only they stubbornly called it friendship. While Rick was jealous of every single person Neil spoke to, and Neil threw scenes over any girl or guy who tried to get Rick's attention.
"You're acting like I belong to you," Neil once smirked.
Rick froze.
"And you're acting like you're against it."
It was the first time neither of them turned it into a joke.
And the last.
That evening, Rick got into an accident.
By the time Neil reached the hospital, he didn't leave the ward for a single step.
Twenty-four hours later, Rick opened his eyes.
The first person he saw was Neil.
"Rick..." he exhaled.
Rick frowned.
"Excuse me... who are you?"
"What?"
"I don't know you."
The doctor looked down:
"Total amnesia..."
Neil felt everything inside him snap.
Because the person who once looked at him as if the entire world could be replaced by his mere presence was now looking at him like a stranger.