"Ughnn..." I groaned as a sat up.
Where am I? What happened? This doesn't look like Korea. Where's eomma?
A blonde girl sits up and touches my face, "Jimin! You're awake!"
I grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from. my face, "Who are you? Where is my eomma?"
"Jimin ah, you don't remember me?"
"I really don't know who you are, misseu."
"Jimin, it's me! Kang Miyeon! How can you forget me?"
"Misseu I really don't know who you are. Do you know where is my eomma?"
She kept quiet for awhile as her eyes became wet.
Shit did I just make a girl cry?
"Hold on." she squeaks and walks out.
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"Y-You lost your memory." she sit there sobbing as she said.
"Misseu... do you mind if you explain things for me...?"
She has been saying the same to me for the past 15 minutes. It's scaring me.
She finally looks up with red eyes, "You have the memory only up to 3 years ago."
"Why did I lose my memory?"
"It's a long story. Anyway, you tried to save me by trying sacrificing yourself."
"I'm ready to hear that long story." I held a serious face.
"Bwoh?"
I twirled my fingers on the blanket, "I don't what reason or why it hurts me to see you cry since I don't remember meeting you in my memory, so I want to know why I feel this way."
"Our story is full of ups and downs. It wasn't a pleasant one."
Our story.
"I'll be listening."
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It was Day 3 since she started telling me about "Our Story".
Whenever she tells me something, flashes floats around my mind before they pop out like bubbles.
Whenever she cries from telling them, my heart aches.
I didn't remember her at all at first, but now I can recall.
She was once part of my life, part of me.
She had stopped at Sara noona's bully.
"It's time for me to go."
I felt reluctant to let her go.
"Can't you stay for the night?"
"Wae?"
"I don't know, I just have the feel that I want you here tonight."
"Okay." she gets up from the plastic chair and proceeds to the couch.
