Yeonjun stood at the foot of your hospital bed, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket, trying to hide the way they trembled.

You stared back at him, blank eyes and polite confusion. The same eyes that once lit up whenever he walked into a room…now didn’t recognize him at all.

“I’m Yeonjun.” He said quietly, forcing a small smile. “We…grew up together. You used to call me ‘Junnie.’ Said I was your favorite person in the world.”

You blinked, expression apologetic. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember.”

He nodded, swallowing hard. “It’s okay.” But it wasn’t. Not when you meant everything to him and he meant nothing to you now.