Beneath the Indigo Sky by Rayne Hawthorne

Namid
I may not know where I come from, or who I am, but I’ve done my best to build a life for myself. I know a handful of people in town, I have a nice place to live, and I enjoy my job. I look just like everyone else. But I don’t feel like everyone else, because I feel…everything.
The emotions of others get tangled with my own as they race through my heart and sink into my soul.
They set my nerves on fire and rearrange my cells and spread across my skin until they consume me.

Jayce
I don’t know how to explain what it’s like to lose half of your soul, to fall into grief so dark and relentless that you lose yourself.
That’s what it feels like I’ve lost. Half of my soul.
I don’t want to do this.
I don’t want to try to fill in the gaps.
I don’t want to walk into rooms that are populated by memories.
I don’t want to hear the voice of a ghost echoing in my head.
When the eccentric, introverted man who was found on the side of the road without any memories a decade ago takes pity on me and offers his help, for some reason, I find myself unable to say no.
Even though I don’t know him, when he’s standing by my side, for one brief moment, I forget to hurt.