The Amnesiac

Rekindling Memories

"SHIT!" you yelp, startled by the sudden intrusion, jolting back and nearly stumbling into the kitchen counter, only held back by the embrace of Miyoung's arms. "Aria? What are you doing?"

Aria's gaze meets yours, a flicker of hurt and anger dancing in her eyes. She crosses her arms defiantly and lifts her chin, pulling her eyes away from the sight of your exposed bodies. The built-up tension from the past few days hangs heavily in the air, with unspoken accusations crackling beneath.

"What are you doing?" she bites back. "Talking about me, it seems?"

"Aria, I-" Miyoung starts.

"What were you going to say, Miyoung?" Aria cuts her off, her voice carries an unpleasant raspiness that leaves an uncomfortable silence in its wake. "Go on, say it."

"Aria..." Miyoung shakes her head, unable to say what was on her mind.

Aria mutters under her breath and turns away, beginning to walk up the stairs.

"Aria, wait!" Miyoung's voice quivers with anguish.

Aria's response is curt, her tone devoid of emotion. "Later. Get dressed."

With each step, her presence recedes, and you find yourself rooted to your spot until her footsteps fade into silence.

"Are you okay?" you softly whisper, mindful of the pained look on Miyoung's face.

Miyoung takes a moment to respond, her gaze distant as she works through her thoughts. Finally, she lets out a weary sigh.

"Yeah... I think we should go to bed now," she says, her voice tinged with resignation.

She gently slips out of your embrace, reaching down to retrieve her underwear.

"What about your snack?" you ask.

"...You can have it," she dismissively waves her hand.

You rest your hand gently on her shoulder and supportively squeeze.

"...I just don't know why she's like this," she whispers. "I don't get it..."

"..."

"I don't know if I even want to know anymore."

...

Rubbing your eyes, you flick away specks of built-up dirt, the remnants of your slumber. A yawn escapes your lips, stretching your jaw as you draw in a deep breath of cool air.

"Morning, Miyoung," you say, turning your gaze to the girl watching you. You sit up, taking a moment to stare at the warm, subdued yellow glow that paints the blankets enveloping you.

"It's a beautiful day. Do you have any plans today?" Miyoung tenderly whispers, the anxiety of last night nowhere to be seen. She plants a soft kiss on your ear, making your skin pleasantly flutter.

"Yeah, I do," you reply, turning to face her and gently placing a hand on her cheek.

The sight of her natural face, illuminated in the sunlight with her round glasses resting on the bridge of her slender nose, gives her an angelic look.

"Really? That's new," she teases, an impish smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, come on..." you chuckle.

"Mmm, joking~" she responds, leaning forward momentarily to leave your lips tingling with the delightful taste of hers.

"I want to remember more about myself," you say.

"Oh!" she exclaims, raising her eyebrows approvingly. "That's great. What's your plan?"