Remember

Yanna..." he whispered, barely audible.

She frowned, stepping back slightly. "Do I... know you?"

The question was a dagger to his chest. For ten years, he had replayed this moment in his head, dreamed of the day he would find her. And now, here she was-alive, standing before him, and utterly unaware of who he was.

His mind swirled with emotions, memories of a love that had once consumed him flooding back.

She is a dream...
I live in it, and oh god, I never want to wake up.
It's been ten years, and there hasn't been a moment when I didn't think about her.

The rain soaked through his clothes, but he didn't care. All he could feel was the ache in his chest, the raw reality of seeing her again.

Ten years went by without seeing her.
Ten years went by without hearing her voice.
Ten years went by without knowing anything about her.
Ten years wishing I would wake up and find her lying in my arms.
Ten years wishing she was by my side, but fate took her away.

Yanna shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze. "Thank you for... catching me," she said hesitantly, stepping further back. "I should get going."

Her words pulled him out of his trance. "Wait," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "You don't remember me?"

She paused, her brows knitting together. "I'm sorry, I don't. Should I?"

Taehyung's jaw clenched as he struggled to keep his composure. That night, I didn't only lose her. I lost something so precious. A love so pure, I wouldn't receive it from anyone but her.

She turned, her steps hurried as she retreated into the rain. He stood there,
drenched, watching her disappear into the mist.

She gives light to my darkness, company to my lonely nights, and gave my life a meaning. Now she doesn't remember me...

His fists tightened at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

The fucking accident.