[Someone's POV]

It all happened back then, at that unfaithful day, the second day of december. Even though it was the beginning, it had already snowed a lot and the roads were icy. You were rushing to a drama shooting. Unfortunately, the brakes failed and you crossed a red light. That one rule breaking got yourself smashed on your side by the upcoming car's head that you failed to notice.

We all rushed to the hospital, late at night. You were full of bruises and bandages were covering most of your body. Everyone was crying except me. I kept deceiving myself that this was a bad dream and I was to wake up soon when the doctor told us that you fell into coma.

Yeah, I remember. Omma was crying on your bed holding your hand while I was holding , on the opposite side, Nana and Lizzy while they were quietly sobbing. Raina was comforting our maknaes. There was also our Appa, who had rushed from her recording of her third solo album. You know, she made a song dedicated to you since you were Omma's slightly "favorite" girl while you were in coma. I couldn't bare looking at you in that state so I turned my face to that giant window behind Omma. It was snowing, again. I felt the tears comming to my eyes while I was clutching this ring I had just bought. I was thinking of proposing on Christmas, after three years being together.

Your room became my 2nd home. I brought with me two suitcases full of clothes. For a whole month, I didn't see the outside world, as I kept guard next to you.

73 days after you fell in coma, february 13th, all the family met together. While I was looking at your face, thinking "She lost too much weight, even her cheeks have deflated", you suddenly moved your fingers. I gathered everyone around you as I couldn't believe it. You slowly opened your big round eyes, looking around. You tried to sit up and I helped you but you sit there staring at me for a few second trying to recognize me, maybe?. Then you suddenly heard faint sobbing noises and you saw your Omma and Appa trying to hold back . Your face suddenly lit up and you tried to speak although no sounds came. You stopped, trying to understand what was going on, your eyes were open in fear as tears started to fall silently. We finally understood what was going on. The kids were shocked and kept saying "No..no it isn't p-possible...". I got up to my feet and rushed to the doctor, he told us to wait outside while he did tests.

3 hours had passed and everyone's eyes were puffy and red, except mine, I still couldn't cry. The doctor finally showed up and spoke
"Lee Jooyeon?"
"Yes it's me" I sprung from my chair, impatient.
He sighed "I'm sorry but the patient has slight mental problems that could possibly recover and a memory loss of certain moments in her lifetime. Those are minor, though. Most importantly, she has a speaking disorder, she'll be no longer be able to speak."
I heard gasps behind me. We all ran back in the room and there she was, looking at us sadly. Raina tried to speak up first, asking if she remembered us. She gave her a notepad and a pen. She wrote 'Most of you = kind of . Except girl with striped hoodie'. Everyone looked at me, yes that was me, the one with the hoodie. They had a sorry face, feeling desperate in my place. I tried to quietly laugh it off but these laughs suddenly became sobs. I crouched and hid my face. Everyone was patting my back, trying to comfort me, while she got scared and backed away, lightly trembling.

I bought 12 roses for you, it's Valentine's day, but it doesn't mean anything to you. You saw the roses near your, on that desk. By reflex, you plunged your face in them and smelled them while closing your eyes, that's what you had always done whenever I bought roses for you, in the past.

Everyday, I looked at your angelic face whenever you were sleeping but I felt loneliness in your eyes whenever you were awake. You would sit in your bed, looking at the city through that giant window to your right. I knew your loneliness because of that notepad next to you. You had scribbled on it many simple phrases such as 'Gray vision' 'It is empty' and so on. Dear, if you are feeling so depressed, why don't you let me approach you? The fathest of skinship I could get right now was no more than a simple pat on the back or head. You would hide in your sheets if I tried to go any further so I stayed back, patiently waiting for you to remember me.

You know, you still didn't even smile once since you woke up.

On that windy day, you were looking at that ring on your finger. It is actually mine but we had exchanged them after a childish promise.
"Hey Jupal, I bet you can't even lift a cat with those arms of yours."
"Oh yeah? I'm sure I can lift you up if I want!"
"Hahahaha, Joo are you serious?"
"Of course! If I can lift you after 9 days then we will exchange rings."
"Exchange rings? Sure, why not? It's a promise then."
I see a tear fall on it. You're shedding tears while staying expressionless, not saying a word. Are you confused about your memories again?

You scribbled something on your notepad and tore the page. You folded it and kept it in your hand for days. Whenever one of us tried to see the paper you would emit small noises, not being able to scream. That piece of paper was like the most precious thing to you, it seemed. Also, the girls are trying to continue promoting our 6th album while finding excuses to fill our places such as saying we have busy schedules and other plans are interfering and so on. You fell asleep and they left after giving you a peck on the forehead. You accidently let go that piece of paper. I took it and opened it. That paper, from her hand's sweat, looked all rigged and seemed five years old. In the middle was written 'I miss her, my koala'. My tears were threatening to fall but I kept them in, with much effort.

I fed you everyday. We were much closer, I think you started remembering who I was now and what we lived through, together. You kept munching on your favorite snack, Honey flavored rice crackers. My little chipmunk was slowly starting to come back.

It was still cold in March even though there wasn't snow. It was raining a lot, though.

On the day of my birthday, after you tugged my sleeve many times, I finally asked the doctor for a short walk outside. He accepted and I gave you my coat, who was too big for both of us, that kept you warm with its inside being in fur. You bought me this on my birthday, last year.

The outside seemed to scare you at first. I walked you in a weelchair to the places we've been together. You were 'ooh'-ing almost at everything that you saw that moved. You patted dogs on the way. Some people looked at us, recognizing but not approaching. Those bandages on your head must've kept them away. I know that your mentality was working fine now, but what about your memories?

You made me sit on the edge of the bed, next to you. You stared at me for, who knows, six-seven minutes? Then you suddenly mouthed 'Thank you' and smiled, finally, after more than a month. I saw tears on your lids about to fall. Mine were already falling down like rivers, having not cried since your accident. I lowered my head and started sobbing hard while you hugged me, tightly. Then you lift up my face and your smile faded. I must've looked ugly with my makeup all over my cheeks. You cupped my face and mouthed 'I'm sorry. I missed you. I love you' before leaning and giving me a soft peck on the lips. Now you were crying this time. These tears were of joy. In between my sobs, I told you "Welcome back, Uee." You looked at me smiling, making me remember the good days mouthing your last words.
"I'm back."