The cool breeze was like a soft carress on her face, liberating her from the confines of the hospital bed. With one hand on the stand of her IV drip, she simply stood there by the edge of the rooftop garden.
The railing was the only thing ensuring her safety, a barrier between life and death. Her eyes closed, a sense of tranquility encapsulating her as she stood there.
She wasn't suppose to be there, unattended and with the bandage wrapped around her head. The sunlight gave her a migraine yet she didn't care, the feeling of the sun's rays on her skin putting her at ease.
It felt like a breath of fresh air after spending so many weeks in her hospital bed. The beeping of machines became piercing to her ears, and the stench of medicines and patients who hadn't had a bath in 3 days became unbearable.
She couldn't wait to leave this place.
Despite the sense of freedom she felt at present, the lingering feeling of emptiness remained. Her heart felt heavy from not remembering major parts in her life, the burden on her shoulders weighed like a ton of bricks — to remember everyone and everything from scratch.
She was immersed in her thoughts that she wasn't aware of her surroundings. The panting boy emerged from the doors to the rooftop, momentarily sighing in relief once his eyes caught sight of her until he saw how close to the edge she was.
Panicking, he rushed over to the girl. "Jiyun! What are you doing? Don't stand so close to the edge," Mark nagged, walking up to her cautiously. Jiyun turned around at the mention of her name, looking at the unfamiliar boy who came closer and closer to her.
Standing in front her, Jiyun could finally see his face clearly. Squinting at his features to analyse them, trying to get a spark of memory that she knew the boy before her. He looked so painfully familiar yet foreign, she wrecked her brain for anything, just anything that could give her the information she needs but came short. "Who are you?" She asked, tilting her head as she tried to look at him fully from under his cap.
"Mark. I'm Mark, remember?" He answered, desperation embedded into his words. Jiyun frowned, the name not surfacing any memory. "Why are you standing at the edge? Don't think about doing anything stupid, you have so many people who love you, you're really lovable you know?" He started rambling and she found it cute.
"I was just looking at the view," she simply replied, pointing towards the sky with her free hand. "I haven't left the hospital bed in weeks, I just wanted to get some fresh air."
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