I slip out of my bed after sleeping on it for a few hours. My head is spinning as all I did all night is think. The rain stopped falling a few minutes ago and I open my curtains. The light burns my eyes and I blink constantly to retrieve my vision back. I check the time on my nightstand. It is 8:10 am.

I stumble into the restroom, fixing my hair and brushing my teeth. I watch myself in the reflection. The other person looking at me doesn't seem like it is me. It seems rather novel. Knowing that I am drifting away in my own thoughts, I walk out of the restroom and change into causal clothes.

The maid comes in right as I pull a shirt over me and says, "Young Master, a phone call is waiting for you."

I take a quick glance at her and she has her back against me. I ask, "Who is it?"

"Well, the other person on the line revealed they would tell when you have answered the phone, Young Master."

I groan as a response and she adds, "Shall I-?"

I interrupt rudely, "No. Transfer the call into my phone."

She bows and runs out of the room. I sit down on my bed, with a delightful book waiting to be read, sitting next to me. I look at the title and reach for it, but my actions are interrupted by the ringing of the phone. I clear my throat and reach for the loud, nonstop phone.

"Hello. This is Jeon Wonwoo."

"Wo....Wonwoo?"

This voice sounds vaguely similar....it seems distant yet so far. I reply, "Yes. Who is this?"

The line is quiet, like the person is unsure whether to show their true identity. I get agitated and tap my foot furiously on the ground. I say sharply, "If you aren't going to answer then-"

The voice interrupts, "Did you forget me?"

I stop all my thinking, all my thoughts are destroyed. This feminine voice....

It sounds so similar....

If the voice only says.....

The voice seems to have read my mind.

The voice weakly says, "I miss you. I need you."

All the borders that were blocking me....it breaks. My head starts to spin and I shout, "Who are you?!"

I hear trembling from the other side and the line goes out. I shout, "Hello?!"

No response

I drop the phone and fall to the floor. The voice. The feminine voice. The voice that was stuck to my memory. I feel it coming alive....like it was slowly stirred and brought out alive. I clutch my head and feel pain rising.

Tears fall out immediately as I scream. Something flashes before my eyes and see a picture of someone.

I blink, trying to focus. Studying the face of the person, it blurs out before my eyes. I panic and desperately call out for it. The maids and butlers come running inside yet I am focused on trying to figure out the person is. Not noticing that the pain is excruciating, I feel my eyes blacking out.

But before my vision blackens, the person seems to grab onto me, trying to help me wake up. I weakly cry and the figure has long brown hair, pale skin, and is skinny.

She looks at me and says, "Wonwoo. I need you."

Suddenly, my head seems to connect with what's going on. I realize something......

The girl who has called me....

And the girl who has called my name......

Is the same person.....

And she needs me......

But I don't need her.....

But why am I acting more like this?

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