The sun was hot as Freya stepped out of school. Her mood was light because she had just gotten a high score on her quiz, and the first thing she thought of was to tell Liam.
Ding! A notification popped on her phone.
Liam: Good morning, Freya! We already have classes today. Guess what? I joined the Math Club here. Haha, I didn't expect it!
Freya smiled. Somehow, even if Liam was far away, they still felt connected through a simple update.
She quickly typed her reply:
Freya: Wow! You're really amazing, Liam. I'm so proud of you! Keep updating me, okay?
While walking home, her eyes stayed glued to their conversation on her phone. She didn't notice that a motorcycle was speeding from the corner toward her.
"FREYA!" one of her classmates shouted from behind.
But it was too late.
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Freya woke up under the cold, glaring light of the hospital. She was lying down, a bandage wrapped around her head, pain throbbing in her temple.
"Freya! Sweetheart, you're awake!" her mother sobbed, clutching her hand. Her father was beside them too, looking shaken and distressed.
Freya blinked in surprise. "M-Mom? D-Dad?" she whispered.
They both smiled, tears streaming down their cheeks. "Yes, sweetheart. We're right here."
But as Freya looked around, something felt missing. There was an image in her mind, a presence she could almost grasp but not fully remember.
"Mom… why… why does my head feel so blurry?" she asked, on the verge of tears.
Her parents exchanged a worried look.
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Hours later, the doctor came in. "She's stable," he explained, "but she has post-traumatic amnesia. We don't know yet if it's temporary or long-term. She'll need time and care."
Freya's mother cried harder. "Doctor, will she ever get her memories back?"
"Some memories may return little by little," he said gently. "But there are some that might never come back."
On the hospital bed, Freya looked at them, confusion all over her face. "Memories? What do you mean?"
Her father took her hand. "Sweetheart… there are some things you might not remember right away."
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That night, Freya sat by the hospital window, staring at the round, glowing moon. The night breeze was cold, but inside her heart, something felt emptier.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed on the bedside table—a notification from Liam.
Liam: Freya, I miss you so much. I sent you a picture earlier, did you see it?
She stared at the name on the screen. "Liam?" she whispered faintly.
She opened the message. It was a selfie of Liam, smiling, holding a notebook.
But instead of feeling happy, her brows furrowed. Who was he? Why did his face feel unfamiliar?
Slowly, she typed back.
Freya: Who are you?
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In Japan, Liam sat in his dorm room, smiling as he opened Freya's message, expecting a sweet reply.
But then he froze. His eyes widened at what he read:
Freya: Who are you?
His phone almost slipped from his hand. "Freya… what does this mean?"
Panicked, he quickly typed back.
Liam: It's me, Liam… are you okay?
But minutes passed with no reply. His chest tightened with dread, so he immediately called Leiyah.
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"HELLO, Leiyah? Please, what happened to Freya?!" Liam's voice cracked with fear.
"Liam… oh my God. You don't know yet? She got into an accident earlier. She's in the hospital now."
Liam's world collapsed. "W-What? Freya?!"
"She has amnesia, Liam. She doesn't remember you…" Leiyah's voice trembled on the other end.
Liam could barely breathe. He dropped onto his bed, clutching his head. "No… no, this can't be happening…"
In his mind, every memory replayed—the crocheted keychain Freya gave him, their promises before he left, and his last words to her: I love you. Please wait for me.
And now, all of it had vanished in an instant.
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Meanwhile, in the hospital, Freya lay hugging her pillow, an odd ache pressing on her chest. She didn't understand why, but it felt like a piece of her was missing—someone important, someone her heart longed for but her mind couldn't reach.
"Liam…" she whispered softly, before shaking her head. "Who is he?"
And the night ended there—with Freya lost in confusion, and Liam breaking apart from the pain of being forgotten.