Sehun looks around the room and blinks the dream out of his eyes. There is a word on his lips, every night since he got out the hospital there has been. He wakes up several times through the night wanting to say...something. He stretches out and feels like his bed is too large, he attributes this to being used to the hospital bed.

"Sehun-ah? Are you okay?" The voice in the doorway makes Sehun jump slightly.

''I'm fine Junmyeon. I am a little thirsty though, would get me some water?'' Junmyeon hurries off to the kitchen and Sehun sits up. 

He doesn't quite understand why he needs a care taker, but he learned it makes people upset when he asks. He has two roommates, but they spend their nights out on the town.

''Here you go.'' Junmyeon hands him a glass of ice water and sits on the bed next to him. ''How are you feeling? Do you want a snack? Are you too warm? Too cold?''

''One question at a time Jun.'' Sehun laughs. ''I feel fine, the temperature is fine. You should go back to bed. I know Baekhyun and Chanyeol hired you to look out for me bu..''

''Oh no. They aren't paying me. I volunteered to do this.'' Junmyeon looks at Sehun. 

''What? Why would you do that?'' 

''We are friends. I like to be there for my friends.'' Sehun just blinks at him and looks down. ''You don't remember me though.''

Sehun shakes his head, he doesn't remember the last three years of his life.

''They said it's temporary. I will remember you soon.''

''It's okay, we can make new memories. There are certain things it is good to forget. Things that want to be forgotten.'' Junmyeon stares off slightly.

''What does that mean? Why won't anyone tell me anything Jun?'' Sehun stares Junmyeon down but he just shakes his head slightly.

''Sehun, when you are ready to know, you will remember. It is best this way, trust us.'' Sehun nods and hugs himself. Junmyeon stand with a goodnight and leaves the room.

Sehun lays back onto his bed and focuses, he has to be able to remember something. He tries to think of what the last memory he has before waking up in the hospital is. He remembers running away from his parents. He remembers moving the little stuff he did manage to bring into the extra room at Baekhyun's apartment, getting a job, a phone....his phone! In the week he's been out of the hospital he hasn't gone through his phone. He loves taking pictures, surely they can tell him something about the past he's forgetting.

He starts with the contacts, hoping maybe having the names with the pictures will help. A few of the names he knows, they were friends before he left his parents; Jongin, Minseok, Baekhyun, and Chanyeol. He has re-met Junmyeon. Yifan, Zitao, Kyungsoo, Jongdae and Yixing, however, all those names feel new to him. He clicks over to the pictures and scrolls to the bottom. The pictures are what he expects, selfies of him and his friends, pictures of his room and his food. Lots of pictures from the first six months he owned the phone, most of which he remembers. As he gets into the pictures he doesn't know the number of pictures decreases dramatically. Instead of three or four everyday, there is one every three or four days. The more recent the pictures the less there are. He locks the phone, drops it on the bed and closes his eyes.

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Damnit Oh Sehun, this is what you do every time!

Luhan sits on the couch with the box open in front of him. He had put a whole relationship in one box.

Why do you have to act like this? You are such a child!

Every picture, every note, every memory had been packed or erased. He has successfully erased himself from another person's life.

"You're never going to get any sleep if you keep that box open." Yifan places a hand on Luhan's shoulder.

He just looks up at Yifan, but eventually he places the lid on the box and slides it under the couch. He wonders if maybe he should try and forget too. No, no that's too painful, he pushes that thought away.

"Han, what made you pack everything away? What happened between you two?" Luhan just looks at his friend, eyes shiny with the want to cry.

"Come on. You haven't said a word in a week and a half. Please speak to me. I don't know how to help you if you won't tell me what's on your mind."

Do you even care what I think or feel Sehun? Do you care about anyone but you?

Yifan sits next to Luhan and hugs him. Luhan starts to cry. This isn't the first time they have had this conversation and they both know it won't be the last.

Fine don't tell me anything! Don't talk to me, same as always!

"It's okay, Hannie. Shhh, it'll be okay" Yifan pets Luhan's hair and then just holds him while he cries. It isn't surprising to Yifan in the least that Luhan can stay silent so easily, even when he has lost control to his emotions.

After so time Luhan's tears stop and his breathing becomes slow and soft, he has cried himself to sleep on his friends chest.

You made me promise to tell you everything! We promised no secrets, no hiding!

Yifan slips out from under his friend, covers him, up and slips off to bed. 

I can't be the only one opening up anymore.

He wakes up to the sound of the front door shutting very early in the morning.

Maybe...maybe it would be better if...

Luhan and the box are both missing.

...if I disappeared. 

There is a note on the couch that reads, "I need to finish erasing."