"You know, Heejae, I don't think I've ever heard of anyone with your appetite."

"Really? I don't think it's that strange." Heejung looked up to Heejae, narrowing her eyes in confusion. The bag on her hand jingled about, rattling the head of cabbage and several cans of tomato paste.

Heejae nodded.

"Cabbage spaghetti? I mean, I don't think I've ever heard of it. You didn't eat it before, so where did you hear about it?"

As always, he's questioning every little thing I do. 'Heejung, you never did that before you lost your memory. Maybe should do this instead!' Ever since I woke up without any memories, he's taken it upon himself to be a guardian.

Heejung glared towards the ground.

Can't he just leave me alone..?

The girl ignored her annoyance with a smile.

"Well, I mean, I've read about it in a book. I guess I just wanted to try it."

"I haven't seen it in any book I've read before. Are you sure it's even a real food? I'm not so sure."

Heejung glanced around, skimming across the faces appearing and disappearing along the street. She let out a small laugh.

"Well, I guess it's a food now."

I have no recollection of my previous life. It's as if everything is behind thick glass, and there's someone banging against it. I can see their shape, and I feel as though the voice is familiar, but I can't talk to them. I can't remember.

Why?

Heejung leaned back in her seat, measuring the strokes of paint on her canvas. The browns and whites were so contrasting that it made the center piece of the painting really pop out. The green sparkling eyes were such a similar shade to the wide open field of grass that one could almost mistake a few strands of grass as the iris. In all, Heejung was very happy with the work she had poured into her piece.

I may not remember anything about my professions, or what I was good at, but that doesn't mean I can't do the things that truly make me happy. Maybe I enjoyed painting before too. Maybe that's why I feel so at peace when I'm sketching butterflies at the park or painting stacks of books.

"I honestly don't know if I'll ever regain my memory..." She lamented silently, debating with the painting before her. For a moment, she could almost feel the small animal in the painting speaking back to her. She narrowed her eyes.

"But even so.. I want to know who was in that book. It's been so long, but he hasn't showed up. Why?" She sighed, standing up.

I don't want to be dependent on living my life, just waiting for someone I don't even know. I... I have to keep going. I have to live. I have to live my own way.

She took a glance towards her painting, smiling sincerely.

Yes... I will live the life of the person I am now. Not the person I was. And maybe..

Maybe I'll see him again.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Heejung? I mean... It's so far. You moved away for a reason."

"But I don't remember that reason, Heejae." The girl grew tired of the fretting male next to her, as she turned with a reassuring smile. Hopefully she'd finally be able to get away from his constant worrying. Honestly, she would have thought he was her father.

"Listen, Heejae... You've been so nice to me, even if I don't remember who you are, but..."

A small breeze ruffled through the girl's curled hair, nearly breaking the locks free from her pink headband. She turned to face the companion whom was very concerned with the suitcase held in her hand.

Heejung could only smile.

"I have to live for myself. I don't think I'll ever remember who I am, so I should start making a new life. If I don't start now, I don't think I ever will. And my paintings-"
"Your paintings were always the best in the club." Heejae interrupted, removing the glasses from his eyes. With such thick spectacles gone, the girl could identify the tears in his eyes. He let out a small grin.

"I'm just surprised you weren't found by an agent before!" He laughed, yet only sadness was present in the action. He wiped clean his glasses, once again replacing them on his face to hopefully hide the clear liquid. With this, Heejae nodded. He took a step back.

"You were a really great friend, Heejung. I'll come visit you when you make it big, okay?"

Heejae nodded, though no tears came to her eyes.

"Of course. Thank you, Heejae." Not wanting to watch the young man lose anymore of his pride, Heejung climbed into the taxi waiting in front of the apartment building. The loud slam of the door closed her eyes.

I didn't know him, but he cried as though we were lovers. Somehow, it just annoys me. Just who did he think was he?

The girl's amber eyes looked upwards to meet with the apartment building she had spent so many confused days spacing out in. It shouldn't have held any memories for her, but leaving it felt so..

I feel like I'm leaving something behind. Strange, I checked and checked again to make sure nothing was left in any of the rooms.

Heejung clutched a small book in her hands, squeezing the cover for support. Somehow, holding the fairy tail-esque story made her feel better.

However, before the girl could find the strength to glance away from her home, the car began to pull away. The shifting image of her apartment complex faded out of view of the taxi as the two turned a corner.

Heejung closed her eyes.

And today's the first day of my life.