As usual, a long argument ensued, eventually escalating until voices were raised. In the end, he chose avoidance as he always did and stormed out of the house. I didn't try to stop him, just letting him go as if to say 'whatever happens, happens.' But who could have known that would lead to such a disaster? The next day, I heard he had been in a car accident. While I stood there dazed, wondering what kind of K-drama plot this was, I was told he had lost his memory. I entered his hospital room. His gaze slowly came to a rest on your face.

Who am I? As if to make the time spent together meaningless, he seemed to have forgotten everything. I asked again if he really couldn't remember. He shook his head, saying he had no memory at all. But then, a faint smile—one he would never normally wear—brushed his lips.