You woke up to a soft sob, his sob sounded so sweet. How can someone still sound so good while sobbing? You ask yourself. You look to the person next to you, he has his head down, his perfect hair stays in place. He looks up at you, it's him again.. Who is he, how come everyone was so shocked when I didn't remember him? You think to yourself again. He wiped his tears away and smiled, "You're up are you?" That's a stupid question, yet it sounded so familiar. You nodded in agreement and smiled at how silly that question sounded,

"Oh you're smiling again," he said patting your hair, oh he just made the wrong choice. You grab his hand throw it to the side of your bed. You harshly bend his arm behind his back,

"Don't touch my hair!" You said through your gritted teeth, you laugh at him as he cries out in pain, then you suddenly dropped his hand. This seem familiar, it's like dejavu. It's happening all over again, something is happening all over again. But what? You look at perfect face boy and he smiles,

"You never changed huh?" You put a puzzled face on. He reaches in and pinch your cheeks, hard! You hate that, but before you can attack him, he holds both your hands. 

"HEY!" You yell,

"Too fast for you! *Meehloong*" He teased you, you got so angry that you punched him in the eye. You laugh at how he screams, "YAH! Don't just punch strangers like that!" He yells back at you, you suddenly feel bad and stop laughing. You lean closer to see whether his eye is bruised or not, as you lean in closer, he did a quick Mehlong and kissed you on the cheek. You froze there as he Mehlong in front of your face and pop out a can of coke, he takes a sip and runs out.

"W-w-what was that all about? Did he just kissed me? How come I let him? What a ert!" You yell from your hospital room.

-- 3 days later --

You're sitting by your windowsill looking out at the clear blue sky. You look down at what you're wearing, a pale cream dress. You smile, not sure why, but you really love this dress. You don't remember where you got it from, but you love it a lot. You kick your feet up and looked at the white sandals. They match perfectly together. You thought to yourself and smiled again. "You're able to take her home now, she has full recovered. Congratulations!" You hear the doctor said to your parents.

"Sweetie, let's go now!" They called to you, you search the room to look for someone - him. You don't know why, but you scanned the room for his presence. No sign of him, you feel a wave of diappointment wash over you. You sigh and follow your parents out of the hospital. "Sweetie, you know, that boy? That visits you often?" Your parents suddenly asked while you were on your way home, "Do you remember him... at all?" I tilt my head like I always do while thinking, 

"I don't remember, but he seems familiar."

"That's ... good. It's better than not remembering at all." You nod understandingly, "Sweetie, don't think too much okay? It'll be bad for your health,"

"Yes, I understand. But, that boy... Am I supposed to remember him? Was he someone big in my life? What was he to me before the accident? How come only he got erased? Why-" You keep asking,

"Sweetie, we believe when the time is right, your answers will be answered." You nodded and stared out the window, when the time is right... when the time is right.. You thought to yourself constantly.