The confession astounded him. Once I confessed to him, he sat there for a while, dumbfounded, then finally he spoke, 

"You.. You really are Yenna.. Thank goodness. You don't know how much I missed you," he embraced me in his arms, crying softly "you don't know.. You don't know.. How much I looked for you.. but what do you mean.. You forget me..? It's just been two year.. I don't understand what you mean.. "

"I'm sorry.. It's a long story.." I whispered. We looked deeply into each other's eyes, and I told him my tale..

"I want to tell you more, but that's all I know.. I wasn't aware of this until a few months ago.. I couldn't tell you the day you left.. I-I had to lie.. I was confused too, everything happened so suddenly, and.." 

He cut me off, and smiled, "it's okay.. We can go through it together.. I-I can help you recover the memories we lost, we can make better ones.. I'm so sorry.. It's all my fault.. And to think I hated you once, when you should be the one hating me.. I'm so sorry.." He sobbed.

"Thank you.. And don't cry.. I don't want to see you crying.. Please.. Don't cry.." I said, giving him a gentle smile. "Oh hey.. Since I told you my story, you should tell me yours.. Why were you crying alone here?"

His eyes filled with tears once again, "Yenna.. I'm a failure!! I..I can't debut.. We lost.. I can't believe we lost.."

"Lost what..?"

"WIN.. We lost all our chances to debut.. What do I do n