Minho POV.

I looked at the girl besides me. Something was ... Familiar about her. Most definitely, though I couldn't place it. My parents were off working in Australia, or so said my brother. I felt that something was wrong - the way his eyes would tense up every time I mentioned Dad, or Mum. I knew Jong Kook too well. He was the only person that I remembered fully after my ... accident? I had memories of him. With other people, but their faces were blurred and I couldn't see them. I couldn't cope well at first.

What was a boy without my past life?

My therapist, Nichkhun helped. He and his friend Victoria who sometimes came over. They taught me things. They told me that even if I don't remember something, it is always still there. They told me that my parents, friends and family wouldn't want me like this. They told me that ... I was worth everything. I wanted to believe them.

So ... I tried. Succeeded, for a part. But there was always something inside me that told me that there were things that I wasn't being told. Things that were being kept from me. Things that I felt that I needed to know, desperately.

I sighed slightly and heard the bell ring. Relieved, I stood and slipped my books into my bag. I was about to go when I felt a hand on my arm. I looked up and saw the face of Song Ji Hyo.

Ji Hyo POV.

I saw Minho stand up to leave. Luckily, he was slow. The classroom was almost empty by the time he had finished. I sa