I lived with them for days. I was happy but day after day my conscience bothers me. So after a week or so, While everyone’s practicing (They told me they just have to go someplace I’m not allowed to go to), I tore a page from Sungjong’s notebook and wrote them a letter which reads:

                Dear Infinite Oppa.

                You are surprised I called you Infinite,eh? I’ve been wanting to tell you that I’ve regained my memory even before me and Myungsoo oppa went to Korea, but I just can’t. The thought of living with all of you tempted me not to. I’m really sorry if I’ve been a bother to any of you and Thank you. Thank you for taking care of me. Sunggyu oppa, for singing me lullabies before I go to sleep; Woohyun oppa, for feeding me with delicious foods; Dongwoo oppa, for making me laugh; Howon Oppa, for entertaining me; Sungyeol oppa, for playing with me; Sungjong oppa, thanks for being my BFF; And to L, for always being there for me.

                These past few weeks I’ve been living with, not infinite, but with the 7 most amazing guys I’ve ever seen. You guys are like the older brother I never had.

                I’ll leave now so that I won’t bother you anymore. I love you all, God bless and take care, Okay?

                P.S: I’ll find my red string now.                       

-Julia

                I left the letter on my bed, cooked adobo, and set it on their dining table. I left the house, looking at it one last time, dragging my suitcase, alone again.