Whilst sipping her coffee, Aeri continued to work overtime in order to fit her boss' schedule, since she had been busy persuading companies to sponsor their new project earlier in the day.   Ignoring her tiredness and fatigue, she continued working until the wee hours of the morning, before finally calling it, somewhat, "a day."   As she walked home, like any other day, she saw the very same big screen, showing Kai dancing, and the date he would be holding his concert.   The face he illuminated from the screen spoke to her, somehow, making her wonder.....how did it feel like to actually do something one enjoyed? How did it feel like to just be yourself, and do what you do best?    On days like this, the twenty-four year old woman, would wonder how she was like in the past? What were her hobbies? What was her personality? What was she good at/bad at? Most importantly, had she been living a decent, happy life before losing her memories to become a dull and unimportant person in the huge city of Seoul?   Sighing, she looked up at his face again and whispered, "You're so lucky, Kai-ssi. I wish my life was like yours." ---------- Kai released anger and stress by dancing to the music, letting it lead him away from his life full of spotlights and fame.   Sometimes, he wished he could've taken Aeri's place, and forgotten all the horrible things he had done in the past to hurt her.   He had been young, irrational, and just really stupid.    And now, he wished he didn't remember Aeri at all, because he didn't want to see her living a happy, joyous life without him.   In truth, Kai was slowly losing hope, in God; in fate. Maybe, they were just never meant to be.   The music slowly faded away as he felt his body grow weak from all the dancing, and he plopped down onto the floor, panting heavily while wiping his sweat(maybe, even tears) away.   The door was ajar, as he saw a familiar face pop in.   "Kyungsoo....what brings you here at this hour?" Kai asked his best friend(that he had met in the company after awakening from coma.)   His shorter friend smiled, and held out a bag full of food for him.   "Your manager called me to give