You in my hazy memory

01

I was an ordinary student until I turned 18 and became a freshman in high school.
An ordinary child living a normal life like everyone else.

But one day, my life changed completely after I got into a car accident.

 

When I woke up after the accident, I was told that something was wrong.

 

Doctors explained it as temporary short-term memory loss.

 

So after 2-3 days, I lost all my memories and could only recall my memories up until I was 17.

Every morning, I greeted the day as if I were starting over again.

Yesterday's me was someone who didn't exist to me,

I didn't know who I was, so I didn't know how I spent that day.

The fact that I lost my memory due to an accident,

The fact that I only remember up to the age of 17 is also updated daily.

 

My family said it would get better, but as time went on I became more and more anxious.
The fear of not knowing who I really was began to weigh me down.

 

So I decided to document my day, even if it meant learning more about who I am and what I like.
I was just living each day, writing down my daily life in a small notebook.

 

On the morning of March 2nd, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a memo pad.

 

 

'Read the memory note on the right table'

 

 

"I know, too. My memories are gone."

 

 

Every morning, I open my memory notebook. Now that I've lost my memory... I remember.

 

Why did I remember losing my memory?

 

 

Ah. Today is the first day of school for high school freshmen.

I should write it down in my memory notebook.

 

 

'March 2nd, Memory Recording Begins'

 

 

Every morning, I wrote that phrase down and started my day.

Going to school, meeting people, making friends. Everything I encountered was new to me, and I tried not to lose my life by recording it all.

 

And today, a new day has come for me to start anew.

 

First year of high school, a new school. Everyone I met there was unfamiliar and awkward.

The friends sitting next to me, the people sitting in front of me, the people who will soon disappear from my memory.

 

But then, someone sat down next to me.

 

 

 

"Let's sit together."

 

 

I turned my head in surprise. When I looked back, the kid was already sitting next to me.

 

 

"It's my first day, and I don't want to sit alone. Is it uncomfortable?"

 

 

"Uh..no, that's not it.."

 

 

"Then please take care of it."

 

 

I wondered why he was sitting next to me, but I decided to just leave him alone.

 

I took out my notebook again. I had to write that kid down.

I don't know how I can remember this person, so I don't want to lose this memory.

 

But... what is your name?

 

 

"What's your name?"

 

 

Seongho, Park Seongho

 

 

I wrote it in small letters.

 

 

Park Sung-ho: My partner.

 

 

That was the only way I remembered him.