The Sound That Vanished
The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident.
Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream.
Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately.
His friends hurried over to explain:
"Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry."
Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me.
"So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my promise to marry you."
I smiled faintly and said, "They lied to you. We don't know each other."
What Lawrence did not know was that on the day he faked his death, I received a video.
In it, he was laughing and saying to his friends, "The thought of spending the rest of my life with only Yoana drives me crazy. I'll fake my death, take a few years off to have fun. Just keep her company so she doesn't do anything stupid."
He also did not know that during those two years he was 'dead,'
I had found someone else.