I still remember the second time we met. It was two days after the library incident. Classes were over, and I saw you walking alone. So, I went near you and decided to talk to you. I wanted to walk you home. But when I held your hand, what you asked me just left me shocked.
"Do I... Do I know you?"
I didn't know why it hurt me to hear those words come out of your mouth. I didn't know why. All I know is that, those words made me feel broken. It made my heart shatter into pieces. Baby, I should've just left you alone, and carried on with whatever I was doing. But, no. I was a stubborn boy. I did whatever I wanted at that time.
"Yes, you do. We met at the library two days ago, right?"
"Last time I checked, I went there a week ago. You must have the wrong person."
"No, I don't! You're Kim Hyorin, right? You're a third year student that was supposed to graduate a year ago."
I remember that you went silent that time. Back then, I didn't understand why you went silent. Now, I understood why you went silent. You were trying to remember me, baby. You were doing your best, and I knew that you couldn't remember, even if you tried much harder than that.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember. I have to go back to my dorm-"
I wish I just walked away and gave up. Yet, I didn't because back then, giving up was not an option to me. I wish I just nodded and apologized. But, what I did was the exact opposite of that.
"How can you not remember the boy who flirted with you in the library two days ago?"
I was completely stupid that time. The moment I asked that question, the sight of you swinging an open palm was seen. The sound of skin hitting against skin harshly was heard. The scent of your hand cream was smelled. The feeling of your hand hitting my cheek harshly was felt. The taste of pain was all I tasted. Yet, the only thing that was on my mind is for you to remember me.
"I don't remember."
With that, you walked away, back to your dorm. Just like the first time we met, I just watched you walk away silently, but this time, I watched with a frown on my face.
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a/n: sighs
this book will make me cry
