The banker stopped, his foot still hanging in the air. He paused just a moment before looking back.

Standing in the doorway of a high class art gallery was a new up-and-coming artist. She wore a strangely bright pink dress with matching heels that probably hurt more than she led on. In her brown hair was a headband that tied the entire outfit together with her curling locks of hair. Her makeup stained face hid not imperfections, but red-skinned sorrow. The artist's amber eyes stared to the banker in both astonishment and confusion.

To this, the banker could only smile.

I guess I'm not the only one who changed.

"You... Why did you buy it?" Heejung struggled to breath after her nearly jog of a pace, making her words come out rather breathlessly.

The banker set the painting down, sensing his exit wasn't going to be as quick as he had thought. Perhaps it would be better that way.

"I told you before. I thought this painting showed me what you're like as opposed to all the others." He glanced to the bright colors.

"This is the Heejung that I know."

He doesn't make any sense. Does he know me? He keeps talking like we're old friends or something, but I just can't...

She looked to his face, studying the features.

He's so familiar, but I just can't place where I met him.

Heejung remained silent, though it didn't seem to unnerve the banker. He simply stared upwards to her, green eyes shining in the warm afternoon light. His blonde hair was washed over by a breeze, breaking the still picture Heejung had begun to paint in her mind. However, the banker sighed, running a hand through his hair awkwardly.

"My name... it's Jiwoo. If that means anything to you."

His words worked their way towards the artist, freezing her into her spot. Slowly, her amber eyes began to widen. Her lip-gloss stained lips parted, gaping her mouth in shock.

If you have lost your memory by calling me to this world, I promise I will come find you.

Jiwoo looked as the expression on Heejung's face morphed to shock, disbelief, and then sadness. However, soon, her head dropped the stare to the ground. Heejung's fists tightened, squeezing her skin white.

Jiwoo stood on his stairs, unable to move. How could he? How could he work past his nerves? After so long, after so many years of searching, reshaping his life, he had found her. He was speechless. And he couldn't move. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted from his life, but she... She didn't remember. He could see the struggle in her huge eyes. She so desperately wanted to remember, but nothing filled her mind. He was just a familiar stranger, and it was hurting her. And he hated it.

Jiwoo looked away in shame.

Why had he even come..?

"J-Jiwoo..."

Heejung's words whipped the man's head towards her stance.

Staring down to the stairs were large amber eyes filled with tears. They tumbled down from her cheeks, dropping to the pavement and shading it into another color. Her small body shook with emotion, opening the rabbit's mouth in disbelief.

Heejung shook her head, trying to dismiss the tears. She wiped her cheeks, sniffing.

"Jiwoo..." This girl's legs gave out, dropping her to her knees. Perhaps that single action was what gave Jiwoo the ability to finally move. He ran from his stairs, dropping next to her. Despite the obvious strange air between the two, he couldn't help but lightly grab her shoulders in comfort. Though Heejung stared only to the ground, he could hear her whispered words.

"Jiwoo... I know that name... Jiwoo... Where do I know that name..? I can't remember you, but..." She squeezed her eyes tightly, shaking her head as though a bad memory was surfacing.

"That name makes me so sad. I can't..." She felt the tears building up again, clouding her vision as she opened her eyes. She looked up to Jiwoo, tears streaming down her red cheeks.

"I don't know why I'm crying."

A moment passed between the two as those words hit Jiwoo.

What were they supposed to mean? What was her crying at the very mention of his name supposed to convey? After all, he did leave her at the worst possible moment. He had abandoned her, no matter how it wasn't his intention. Perhaps he had hurt her far worse than he had thought.

Jiwoo's eyes dropped to the ground.

And after all those years of looking for her.

And all those years of trying to become a better person.

Only to realize that he might not be the best person to be with her.

The hand holding onto Heejung's shoulders lost strength as the rabbit experienced inner turmoil he would have never thought he would ever have. Should he leave? Was it best to just let her live out her life rather than plague her with the pain of not remembering? What was the right thing to do in these circumstances?

"Jiwoo... That's..." Heejung's words lifted the banker's eyes, directing them to a warm smile on a breezy afternoon. He saw a small laugh, followed by an even larger smile.

"That's the only thing... Ever since I lost my memory, that's the only thing that I've felt was familiar. That book I found in my old apartment, you wrote it, right? Are you the, 'Brown-spotted rabbit?' Are you the rabbit I named Jiwoo?" She asked, putting two and two together.

Jiwoo sat silent for a moment, wide eyes trying to see into the girl he lightly held onto. He tried to see the joke that was being played on him, or the fake Heejung that the wizard would make disappear any moment, but he couldn't find either.

And nothing made him happier.

In an attempt to stop the overflowing emotions he felt from spilling to his composed face, the banker dropped his head. He covered his eyes with his hands, pressing into his cheeks. Even so, he couldn't stop his tears from trailing through, or his mouth to form an ugly crying scowl. His teeth came together, grinding against one another.

This is what he had been waiting for all these years.

A gentle hand came forward, landing in the rabbit's blonde hair. He looked up, seeing the very same smile that had been there minutes before.

"If you have lost your memory by calling me to this world, I promise I will come find you.' It's okay. Please stop crying, Jiwoo... Because..." Heejung nodded, laughing once more.

"Because you found me."