17

“Who’s that?” I asked as I watched the woman smiled at me before she walked away. There were strange glints in her eyes, telling me she knew me.

“Ignore her. Just some crazy woman who roams around the street.”

“But she stares at me as if she knows me? Is she also one of those people I couldn’t remember?”

Kim gathered me in his arms. I was already shaking. What else were those terrible things that I did in the past?

“Stop thinking about it. Give yourself more time. You will restore your memories, eventually. Don’t stress yourself. And I hope you will also remember my place in your heart before.”

I fell silent for a while. A sense of guilt also welled up inside me. I may not remember him, but the thrill I felt every time I saw him, my fondness and admiration for him, and that I made him my sexual fantasy, spoke of the truth that he had occupied a space in my heart.

“But wh