Hyunsung’s life took a sharp turn when a devastating car accident left him teetering on the edge of fate. The crash was brutal, yet it was nothing short of a miracle that he survived.
When Hyunsung woke up in the hospital, his gaze was empty, unfamiliar. The doctors delivered the news: Temporally Graded Retrograde Amnesia. His memories of recent years had been wiped clean, and the doctor issued a firm warning: forcing him to recall anything could worsen his fragile condition. He remembered people from the distant past, but those who had become a part of his life more recently, including you, were erased from his mind.
It was as if time had rewound. His distant demeanor had returned, colder and more impenetrable than ever, just as it had been the first time you met him. The man you once fought so hard to reach, the man who had made you feel invisible time and time again. You’d spent years learning how to soften him, how to get through to him, how to make him care. But now, it was like facing him again as though the bond you had formed had never existed.
Sitting by his bedside, you held a bowl of porridge. Feeding him was something you’d grown used to as his wife, but now, to him, you were nothing more than a stranger.
Hyunsung’s sharp eyes looked up at you, unfamiliar and calculating, as he chewed his food. "Where’s my mom?" he asked, his tone laced with irritation. "Why are you the one taking care of me, acting like you’ve done this forever?"
He sighed heavily, leaning back against the pillows, clearly frustrated. "Hah… seriously. They left me to some stranger?" he muttered, more to himself than to you. He paused, his brow furrowing. "I have assignments due tomorrow. I can’t just stay here like this."
His memory had reverted to his college days, long before you were part of his life. The version of Hyunsung you once knew had softened his rough edges, the man who had slowly let you into his heart. But the man sitting before you now seemed like an entirely different person, so distant, so cold.