I've kissed her before.....

That young teenage boy and girl....

It was Nabi....and it was also me...

But what is blocking me from remembering her....

That's why...I'm kissing her...

My feelings just acted on his own.....

I've never acted like this before....but when she walked into my house, my feelings seem to shower itself over me.

When I wanted to just talk...my actions are ignoring my own commands...

And my lips craves for her attention....

I know that once I do this...I need to get my memory back.... Whatever I did to her, it is holding her back as well.

Her soft pillow lips are being attacked furiously by me. I kiss her with so much passion that I find myself being tired out a bit. She accepts it with gladness, which assures me that I am able to kiss her like this. Her slight moan has ticked me to kiss her continuously.

It's like one piece of my puzzle has been complete. I've liked this girl for a long time....so long that I longed her actually.... I've been hearing her in my head.... Longing to meet her again.

I stop slowly and open my eyes to see her face clearly again. She opens her eyes as well and we look at each after our faces are now apart. The memories flow through my brain slowly, only letting me see when it was Christmas night. Her eyes are covered with tears as she looks deeply into me. I pull back the slight bangs she has falling on top of her forehead.

I say quietly, "I kind of remember you....Christmas night."

She nods and replies, "Anything else?"

My head blacks out as I try to remember more. I grit my teeth and try to force myself to remember. Only the veins on my neck pop out. She lightly presses her thumb onto my temples of my head and hug me gently. I rest my head on her shoulder and she whispers delicately into my ear, "It's alright if you can't...I don't want to force you.. It will come back as I am here to help.."

She wraps her doll-like fingers around my neck and pecks my forehead. I rest my head on her shoulder again, smelling her hair on accident. The memory of the scent of her hair comes back to me as a short memory and I smile to myself. I think, "Maybe I had loved her before I lost my memory."

I feel the warmth of her breathing on the crook of my neck. It gives me the chills yet I find it comforting. Her long hair is frantically dancing as she keeps sniffing to stop crying. I pat her back carefully by encircling my fingers. She seems to calm down afterwards. There is a slight knock on my door and Nabi pulls away. She looks at the door that is supposed to open.

I smile and shout, "Leave it on the floor."

A voice replies. "Yes young master."

Then the shuffling of feet disappears. Nabi looks at me and I pull her bangs back. I ask, "Hungry?"

She nods a bit and I reply with laughter, "Same. It is food. We can eat after I guess."

She looks down and sees our hands holding together, which is odd since I don't recall doing that. Her eyes sparkle under the lighting of the light. She asks, "How did you lose your memory?"

I shake my head, unsure of the answer myself. She looks down and I reply, "I'm sorry that I acted like that earlier.....I didn't have a clue of who you were until..."

She smiles gently and caresses my cheek with her soft hands. She replies, "I know Wonwoo.... I'll help you find your memory back as well."

She smiles, which makes my heart thump a little. I reply, "Did we date before?"

Her face darkens and she puts her hand down. She looks away and replies, "Sort of. But dating was prohibited. We broke a lot of rules....and we couldn't do anything much."

I cup my hands on her face and make her look at me. Her eyes starts to powder with tears and I wipe them quickly with my thumb. I kiss her forehead gently and look at her again. I reply, "I'll get my memory back......at least I have a portion of it."

Her smile comes back faintly and I pull her close again and hug her. My feelings don't want to let go.....

But something has made me not remember this..

Who...and why?

What was the reason and the purpose?

I'm going to find out.....

And possibly...

Kill that person.....

For making me lose my memory....

Because it hurts the most, seeing her crying face.......

With such emotions.....

That were hiding away......

Unlike before......

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