The first stranger gave me an agitated smile, "YN, what do you mean?"
I meant who are you?
I stared blankly at him and shrugged, "I don't know who you are and why you are here. Both of you."
"Do you remember me?" His voice croaked as he sat on the edge of the hospital bed.
He seems very familiar but I'm completely sure he never existed in my life.
He slid his fingers and entangled his with mines while running his hand through my dishevelled brunette hair. Crystal tears were slowly streaming down his pale cheeks leaving a slightly invincible wet trail behind them. His lips quivered with fear and his face was etched with desperation. He glided his hand on my back and positioned on my waist.
Uncertain, I retreated warily.
His eyes widened with disbelief, I could see a hinge of disappointment in his chestnut brown eyes.
There was a long and fidgety silence before he forced himself to continue.
"Do you remember me?" He demanded in slow, enunciated words.
I averted my eyes.
.
.
.
"I don't." I said flatly. "I really don't."
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Fated
FanfictionYN, a girl who graduated early and attended school in Elliot College by the age of 18, expected her school year to be normal like always. No dramas and conflicts; just a smart plain nerd living in the shadows, not to mention how of a hardcore geek...
