Day 17.
She called me first today.
"Ren-kun!"
No hesitation.No confusion.Just joy.
She ran toward me, hands holding her sketchbook,eyes lit like stars she didn't remember how to name.
"I drew something for you."
Inside was a picture.Rough but vivid.
Me.Her.Holding hands under paper rain.
At the bottom, she'd written:
"Maybe this happened.Maybe it didn't.But I hope it did."
I didn't know what to say.
So I said nothing.
I just looked at her.
And for the first time in weeks, she looked back—not like I was a stranger,but like I was hers.
Day 16.
She reached for my handwithout being told.
No post-it note.No flashcard.
Just her fingers, warm against mine.
And then she said—
"Sometimes I feel like you were my first love."
I froze.
"Do you think that's true?"
"I do."
"Then I think… I'm falling for you again."
I should've smiled.
I should've kissed her.
But all I could think was:
"What if she falls in love with me again…just before she forgets me forever?"
Day 15.
She brought a flower to my house.
Said she saw it and thought of me.
"You're like this," she said.
"Why?"
"Because it looks soft, but I think it survived a storm."
I stared at the flower long after she left.
And whispered:
"I'm not surviving.I'm just pretending."
Day 14.
She wrote this in her notebook:
"I don't remember who I was before you came back."
"But I know who I want to be—when I'm with you."
That night I wrote:
"Day 14.She's falling again."
"And I'm praying—not for love—but for more time."