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I can't remember. Not a thing. When I finally lifted my heavy, sunken eyelids, all that remained was the smell of a bright white hospital and a nearly empty IV bag. Everything in the room was neat and orderly—except for the inside of my head. No one came looking for me, and no one was there to be found. And so, three years passed. I remained as the owner of a flower shop, passing by the streets while having lost and forgotten all memories of myself and this situation. _________________________ Just as there are days that pass by and days that make you stop, today I tried to pass by your side again—you, who doesn't know me—without either of us realizing. But out of some stubbornness... after three years without a single hospital visit, a message of concern, or even a brief introduction, I stood before you. And the words I blurted out were so stupid. "Have you been well? I wonder if you remember me." .. That was it. There's no way you'd remember. I know all too well that this is all my fault, and that I'm the one who has to take responsibility for everything.