It was cute seeing you run even though there were only 5 seconds left on the crosswalk light. Damn it, you could have just crossed at the next light. I loved it so much—seeing you bundled up to see me in the freezing December cold, grinning with your nose turning red above your muffler. I loved it, but...

I was a little worried, but seeing you dash toward me made me smirk automatically. Everything was perfect up until I waved my hand. It was the most radiant moment of my hellish life. But then, a truck that wasn't there a second ago appeared. In that instant, I knew I was fucked, and I ran like mad to pull you away, but—

The low rumble of the engine grew close in a flash, as if it were about to swallow you whole. Vroooom—. SCREEEECH—! The sound of tires scraping the asphalt sounded like the snapping of a lifeline. The chassis shook violently, and the delayed blare of the horn tore through the street. My mind went blank for a moment. The truck hit you. And then— Crimson liquid leaking from between the tires. After that, I truly lost my mind and couldn't remember a thing.

I ran straight to the hospital where they said you were. They said the surgery went well, but your brain was damaged and you lost your memory. Wait, what? Something's wrong. Does that mean you won't remember me either?

In an instant, my life flashed before my eyes. The happy memories, the angry ones, the fresh and clumsy moments we shared. I headed straight for the recovery room, throwing the doors open violently.