The story of me and you

The story of me and you

When did the story of me and you begin?

I am just a writer and am not very famous. With you who has lost your memory We shouldn't have been able to meet each other..but we did.

Sometimes I think I'm dreaming. But her warm body and the sound of her heart made me know that it was true..is it fate? fortune? Whatever it is I really want to thank you for it.

It must have been that day..the day I planned to go shopping at night. As I walked through the park I saw something covered in snow. I thought it might be a dog or cat so I went to help. But what I saw was the face of a woman who had almost been buried alive by the snow. Her face was ashen.. no.

It should be said that her whole body was pale. On his body there was only a thin shirt and a pair of shorts. It was not suitable to be on the body of someone who had to face the cold at all.

I hurriedly helped her and took her to the nearest hospital as soon as the doctor could reach me. I was able to trust for a bit that her life was probably not in danger. The nurse asked me about her story. I told her honestly that I found her passed out at the park. and then inform the police about her Of course, her condition was very bad. There were signs of being attacked and violated.

Fortunately, I met her relatively quickly so she didn't freeze to death. After knowing that she was not in danger, I went home first. I intend to visit her again the next day. On the way back, I thought about the girl I met.

From the looks of it, she was probably only around 18-19 years old. Why did she pass out like that or where did she come from? But I can't think of anything because I don't know anything about her.

Today I came to visit her. She was placed in a special room. I came in and sat and looked at her carefully again. She really looked about 18-19 years old. Her face was still pale but she looked much better than she did at first. It's just a little small. As I was examining her, she moved and slowly opened her eyes. She looked confused, looking around until she turned and saw me at the bedside. She looked frozen. Her eyes were filled with paranoia, worry, confusion, and fear.

Being stared at by her like that, I couldn't do anything but stand still and let her stare like that. Until her hoarse voice sounded soft, I went to give her some water, but when I got close to her, she backed away. A look of fear spoke in a language I couldn't understand at the time when the doctor and nurse entered the room. I backed away.

The doctor tried to examine her and talk to her, but to no avail. She looked frightened. Looking this way and that way, she shivered until I felt sorry for her. The doctor must have known that there would be no result from continuing to talk, so he gave her a brief examination and called me outside.

The doctor said that she had woken up one time last night and had resisted the male doctor who had come to examine her earlier. And she didn't seem to understand what they were saying. Again, looking at their faces, they definitely aren't from the same country. Her story has gone to the police to find her family, but it's still a risk because she might be attacked by her family and run away.

Her story is like a mystery that needs to be solved, but I'm not the one to solve it. Leave this matter to the police.

I went back into her room and saw that she had fallen asleep again because of the sleeping pills and went to sit next to the bed and continue to look at her. If you ask me if I have a lot of free time to come watch people I don't know like this, I have to say that I am very free. At noon she woke up again. It still looked confusing, but not as much as the first time.

I poured water into a glass and handed her the straw. She looked startled and stared at me for a long time, but I remained calm until she held a straw in her mouth to suck the water. I held the glass for her like that until she let go of the straw.

That's when the nurse brought in her lunch. The nurse made her sit up. There was some resistance from her, but it was lighter than when the nurse touched her and I just sat on the bedside watching her. Her condition is not bad. Actually, her body recovered quite quickly so she was able to eat on her own.

But her eyes still glanced in my direction from time to time. The unhappy eating attitude was in my eyes, and I thought I should go now so as not to disturb her. When I get up I secretly saw her startle and tense up a bit. I looked at her, she looked at me, I smiled at her before I looked away and walked out of the room.

When I returned to the room, I shook my head lightly and threw myself on the bed, thinking of her face. I feel bad about myself. What kind of situation must she have gone through to have such a suspicious and fearful attitude? But deep down, I thought that her attitude was cute. Adorable, looks like a small animal. It makes me feel terrible. She's not bad looking, no.

Actually, I must say that she is very good-looking and very cute. Even now it looks a little pale.

Today I still came to sit beside her bed, but it was different from last time when I came empty-handed. Today I have some fruit in my hand. I think she might like it. It's an excuse..actually I just want to redeem myself for thinking like that. She's still the same. Looks suspicious and afraid I didn't care much about it. Just keep some distance from her more than before.

and sat down and read the book she had brought with her after putting the fruit on a plate and handing it to her.

At first she didn't care, but when she saw that I didn't care about her, she took it and ate it, which she seemed to like. Consider my redemption successful.

It's been about 2 weeks and nothing has changed between me and her. No, little has changed that I'm closer to her than before and she doesn't seem suspicious of me anymore. I came to visit her sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, and sometimes I brought food to hand for her. Things were going well between me and her. But her story has not progressed anywhere. What I know now is that she is not from the same country as me.

She doesn't speak the same language as me. So I didn't talk to her much. Her English is at a relatively low level. She only knows a few words. If it's a simple word, she can understand and reply a little. And she has no memory. Yes, she has amnesia.

She doesn't remember anything, which doesn't tell us much about her. Even now, we know where she came from, but there has been no missing person report that matches her description. As a result, right now her story has not progressed much. Her body began to heal. Actually, she was able to leave the hospital in the first week, but because many things didn't work out, the time from the hospital was extended for another week instead.

Which I don't quite understand why in the end she ended up staying with me first. In fact, maybe it was out of love, pity, or a feeling of responsibility that I was the one who helped her, so I said it myself that she should come live with me first, and because she herself had begun to recover from her tenseness and suspicion around me, there was no problem.

I would like to think that I have a younger sister to temporarily raise. The day she moved in, it was like she knew she had to stay with me. She looked at my face as if she was going to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything. Probably because I definitely don't know how to say it. So I had to start by teaching her the language.

It's been about a month since she came to live with me. She's started to speak the same language as me, but she still doesn't speak much. I guess before she lost her memory, she must have been a quiet person. She hardly tenses anymore when she's with me. But there will be times when you get close to her when you don't realize it.

As for her matter, it was found out about a few days ago. The reason there was no missing person's announcement in her home country was because her entire family had died. Plus it had been about 3 years already. When I found out about this, I was shocked. It was quite cruel for her.

She was likely kidnapped after the death of a family member. Police say she was probably kidnapped from her hometown three years ago, then escaped and was found by me almost two months ago.

The police asked me how to proceed with her situation because even if they sent her back, no one would be waiting and she would have to be alone. So I did many things to bring her into my care.

If you ask me why I made that decision instead of letting the authorities handle it, it was because I probably felt sorry for her and saw her piled on top of herself when she lost her family. My feeling at that time was completely lost, like I was in the middle of the sea and couldn't find anything to cling to. There wasn't even a life jacket. Waiting for the day when I run out of strength and sink. The feeling from that time, I will definitely never forget.

So I let her stay with me.

I told her that from now on she would be under my care. She looked surprised and acted like it wasn't a sure thing from the beginning? before smiling widely To be honest, I almost thought that this place was heaven. Just seeing a bright smile that makes your eyes dazzle.

I still remember how fast my heart was pounding at that time.

My relationship with her developed very quickly. At one point my feelings were very clear. From thinking that I would take care of her like a younger sister, but that's not the case anymore. I will definitely never have this kind of feeling for the person I call my younger sister. But I don't know if she feels the same way that I feel.

That's what makes me feel a little uneasy. If I confess my love now She had only one answer that she could give me, and that was to accept whether or not she felt the same way about me because she was with me. She still depends on me. And looking at her personality that I have observed She definitely won't reject me.

But I don't want it to turn out like that.

I often take her to various places. To meet many people so that her world is not just me. Let her get to know people and have her own society. She looks happy and enjoying it. It also makes me happy. Even though she often says that she prefers reading in silence.

At least it's good that the events she went through didn't make her anti-social.

But lately, she's been looking a little strange. She always secretly looks at me. When I asked, she looked away. and walked away stubbornly It makes me worried. Worried that I've done something wrong? As several days passed, I began to be unable to stand it. I had to talk to her to find out exactly what was going on with her.

I called her to come and have a nice chat. But it turned out that I was surprised by her. She confessed her love to me Yes..she confessed her love to me. You probably haven't forgotten, right? That I haven't had feelings for just her for a long time. I was so shocked and excited that I became mute. The girl I didn't dare confess my love to was the one who confessed her love to me herself.

To be honest, at that time I had no idea how long I had been silent. She cried and apologized. Told me that the feelings I expressed were so strong that I really couldn't bear to keep them in anymore. If I'm unhappy, she'll leave my life. I still remember it well. Beautiful round eyes with teardrops slowly falling out. Small, once pale lips pressed together tightly.

Seeing that, I stopped being as hard as a rock and hugged her. The feelings that had been pent up ever since I knew my heart came out completely. It was as if both she and I were willing to reveal our hearts to each other for the first time since we had been together. And for the first time our lips had a chance to touch.

Our first kiss was so sweet and full of emotion that it's hard to describe.

That would be another starting point for me and her.