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March 24, 20XX Tuesday
Overwhelmed by the sudden buzz of the city, I take a look around me, no recollection of where exactly I am or how I got here.
The wind picks up, making me realize that I was outside in only my cardigan.
How did I get here?
My heart accelerates as I look around in pure panic.
As I do, I realize that I'm by the airport and when my eyes look down, I realise I have my phone in hand.
The second I take in the date, my body knows what to do.
I start to run, pushing past people until I see inside the airport that Taehyung is making his way out.
I try to run faster, noticing that he's finally making his way outside.
"Taehyung!" I call out for him, but he continues jogging around, too busy with whatever he's focused on.
He becomes distracted, turning his head as he's about to step onto the road and knowing what's about to happen next, I lose it.
"Taehyung!" I screech.
He turns around to see me and I quickly reach out to pull him off the road and onto the sidewalk, throwing my arms around him as tightly as I can, the taxi blaring its horn as it passes by.
I release the breath I'm holding, panting for some air as I feel him in my arms.
The way I fit against him and the warmth of his body are the two things that I will never and can never forget.
Just feeling them in this moment is enough to cause the tears to roll down my cheeks.
"E-excuse me?"
I pull away, looking up at Taehyung who stares down at me with wide eyes.
"W-what just- Who are you?"
My heart cracks in two and I quickly have to let go of him to bring my hand to my chest because those three words have me drowning in pain.
I thought this was the moment.
I thought if I saved him from the accident he would still remember me.
So then why?
Why?
"Taehyung," I call for his name weakly, holding in my urge to cry, tiling my head I ask him, "You don't... you still don't remember me?"
Taehyung studies me, but I can see the truth in his eyes.
He doesn't recognize me.
"We've never met..." he starts to explain, but I shake my head vigorously.
"We have! We have met." I wipe the tears away. "We met by the train station, remember? We would see each other everyday! You got the courage to ask me out and we...we dated...we fell in love and...got married and...you, you went to art school in Japan, so we were separated...and I had our b-baby... don't you remember?"
Taehyung's eyebrows pin together, starting to look at me as if I was spewing nonsense.
He shakes his head. "No, I...I haven't even been on a train before. I have had my own car since I was 16 and...art school? I've never even went near an art school. Right now, I'm focusing on my soccer career and I..."
My eyes widen as he stares at me.
"I never married you."
I refuse to believe him, shaking my head so much I was becoming dizzy.
"It's true. I've never seen you.. I've never met you..."
"Stop!" I cover my ears.
He takes a step closer. "And I've never loved you. If I ever did don't you think that I would remember? That if I truly loved you so much I would remember you of all people...the most?"
"Please stop!" I beg him to stop because my heart is sinking.
"So stop hoping. Stop hoping that I'll remember because I can't remember something..."
I look at him in my broken state, seeing him just stare back with vacant eyes.
"...That didn't happen."
I gasp, waking up in my dark room, desperately trying to catch my breath.
Throwing the covers off and feeling my forehead, I realize that I'm sweating.
"Oh gosh," I wipe away my tears as I calm down enough to just cry.
Luckily, Yejoon was with my parents.
They kindly wanted me to just rest and recover for a day, but it was so hard...
So hard when all I could think about is how there's this emptiness in my life and how no matter how hard I try to move on, the reality is that I can't.
Taehyung is gone but he left behind his ghost and now I can't look anywhere without being haunted by him.
Because every spot we've been has a memory that I can't forget (even though he has).
And there's a saying that what makes us "us" is our memories. If that's true then I'm only Jennie because of the precious memories I hold, and if Taehyung has none, then who is he?
Who is he now?
Our memories were intertwined and that's what made us us, but if he can't remember then...
