3. Who Is He?

Chapter 3

"Yuki, don't be sad. Arima will recover his memory, one day."

One day…When will that one day come? Miyazawa turns to Tsubasa. "I know you're trying to cheer me up, and I thank you for that. But it's not helping."

"Then let's go in and try again! Ah, Yuki, why don't you injure yourself or something and use it as an excuse to stay in the hospital and then you can see Arima everyday! Also, you can –"

Kazuma puts a hand over Tsubasa's mouth, she starts to kick and scream. "Tsubasa, you're plans won't work." Kazuma sighs.

Miyazawa laughs. "It's okay, after lunch, I'll see if I can visit Arima again."

"I'm coming too!" Tsubasa jumps up to her feet.

"No, we're going to the beach!" Kazuma picks up Tsubasa and runs towards the gate, then turns his head around and winks at Miyazawa.

"Have fun!"

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Miyazawa sits beside a sleeping Arima. As she watches him sleep, memories of them being together starts playing in her head like a film strip.

I miss Arima so much…It has never occurred to me that he could disappear from my life…Never. She closes her eyes as the first tear rolled off her cheek, and landed on Arima's hand. Arima's eyes fluttered, he slowly opens them and a crying Miyazawa came to focus.

"Oh…I am s-sorry." Miyazawa stuttered, clearly embarrassed, and starts wiping her face with the back of her hand.

"It's…ok, why are you crying?" Arima looks confused and worried. He thinks for a moment, "Oh I get it, you're sad about me losing my memory?"

Miyazawa nods.

"He must be very important to you, then. I wish I can do something." He looks at Miyazawa sadly.

"You can! You can do something!" Miyazawa dries her eyes.

"I can? What?" Arima started, "oh I get it. You want me to regain my memory right?"

Miyazawa nods again.

Arima thought for a moment, and then said "I'll try my best, but for now, promise me you won't cry anymore, okay?"

"I promise, just try your best" Miyazawa smiles.

Arima smiles back. "By the way…Why do you care so much about my memory? Was I really important to you?"

"You….You were my boyfriend."