Cities. A place where eventually all kids will end up. A place full of reality and situations that seem impossible for amateurs who'd just started to go with the flow.

Evening is the time where the city is at its peak of business. The large, cement buildings towered over each other as if they were fighting for the best. Height against height, companies against companies, businesses against businesses. Below, the glass doors would occasionally slide open, and crowds of people would walk briskly in their suits and dresses, swarming the streets and lighting them up with the glow of their own devices. If one were to look down from a high spot, he or she would only be able to make out the sea of people, their faces unrecognizable, each one of them a representing a single drop in the ocean. It would be difficult to find a particular person inside.

She was already used to it. The people, the busy streets, and building. Having lived there for a long time, she would now know its flow. After all, a fallen angel should know that.

Her visits to the shopping district were frequent, mostly because she would look at clothes she would prefer to wear. It was always the most crowded there, especially at night.

But now her visits had a different purpose.

The sense of wanting to find someone lingered in her greatly. But she didn't know who she was searching for. Faces and names in her past memories have already been blurred out, leaving her with almost no hope. But today was the day. She felt that was it.

But who was that person?

Meanwhile, another girl roamed the streets. Unlike the other one, this particular girl was not used to the city, although she'd lived there for some time. It was too crowded for a small person like her. People and buildings alike seemed like giants looking down on the girl. Yet she braved herself to walk down the streets, to the library she had always loved.

Ah, the vast number of books were too much for her to count! Every one of them sitting on the shelves had a story that held more knowledge than what the eye could find. It was equivalent to what they call the Internet. No, to her, it was better. She always found comfort in reading them.

For years she was a quiet temple girl, one who didn't use technology and therefore felt outdated. She wanted to change, wanted to be with the city. She didn't want to be left behind, all alone, anymore.

Yet this feeling inside her told her that she wasn't.

Something, or perhaps even someone, must've told her that. She always felt there was a warm presence beside her, but there wasn't anybody. Perhaps it was a thing of the past. She would've just brushed it off and not think about it. Then again, she couldn't remember much of her past. Everything was just one big, gaping hole. What's more, she wanted to remember. And she was afraid. Afraid that she would forget everything.

As her fingers brushed against a particular person's, the world seemed to slow down. Certainly, the two of them hadn't noticed each other before. Amber-coloured eyes met violet, and in that moment memories came surging back – memories that were erased and yet brought back by fate itself.

A wild burst of emotions began to overwhelm the two as events from the past unraveled like a thread of time in their heads.

Curiosity, annoyance, anger, disappointment.

And love.

The sense of familiarity rose, but not quite. Facing each other, they opened their mouths to hear their voices once more.

"Your name is...?"