Losing your memory is always tough...but when you're the one watching it happen to your loved one, what will happen to you?

                “Look Hae Eun-ah!” Suho’s sweet voice sounded as I noticed that his attention was zoned in on the sky. Confused, I glanced in the same direction as I was instructed, but I couldn’t see anything amiss. I narrowed my eyes and tried to focus harder on the clear blue sky, but I still couldn’t see what he was seeing. Frustrated, I turned to face him once more only to receive a handful of hand-picked weeds shoved in my face. Making a face at the sight, I stared him straight in the eye, demanding him to elaborate on the meaning behind the awful looking plants. Yet he refused to talk. In response, I opened my mouth to release a multitude of questions, but I was silenced the moment he leaned forward and pressed his gentle lips against mine for a mere second. When he pulled away, I selfishly wanted to lean forward and kiss him more, but the warm flesh of his hand brushed against my cheek and snapped me back to reality. “I love you,” he whispered and my stomach erupted as a million butterflies took flight. “And I will love no one else,” he added, a gorgeous smile forming on the lips that I yearned to kiss once more. Once his words settled upon me, tears formed in the corner of my eyes and I stepped forward to wrap my arms around him. But my arms didn’t form around his body. They didn’t form around anything for that matter. Instead, they were met by empty, heartless air. Blinking in a state of bewilderment, I glanced around only to notice the silhouette of his back as he walked away from me. And with him, he took all of our precious memories, creating a huge hole in my entire existence.

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                Leaning back in the hard, uncomfortable, and cold chair, I watched as the face of the one I loved frowned in her sleep. It was a frown so deep that it invoked my own sadness. What pain was she going through? Was it a bad memory? Or was it pain from trying to remember? Would she be able to overcome this? I, for sure, couldn’t overcome my own pain, but maybe—just maybe—she could.

                There are always stories about soul mates ending up together and living happily ever after, but I have never been able to find a story about one of those soul mates dying and leaving the other behind. No one prepared me for this. I wasn’t prepared to be surrounded by pain. I wasn’t prepared for so much fear. And most of all, I wasn’t prepared to be forgotten.