Welcome to another chapter of memories. Hope you'll are having fun. I tried to do my best in every chapter, wish you can see.

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Sun's POV

Everything feels so distant in front of my eyes as if it's avoiding me. So foreign, different, unusual as my eyes roam around every side of my surroundings. There's no corner here, not a single one. 

What is this place? 

My eyes started to burn suddenly, hairs began to fly back when a powerful stroke of wind hits my body from the front. I covered my eyes with my hands, securing them, trying to protect them from the white light that's spreading, and gradually becoming enormous. 

I ran in the opposite direction of the light, without any restrictions but eventually, I came to know that no matter where I run, my feet and body automatically dragged me towards the dazzling light. 

And when the heavy wind stopped I found myself in a white hallway. When I blinked to see it further, there were hundreds of doors present in this place.

Something was telling me this is all about myself. 

Every time I saw this kind of dream, it's always about my past. The unforgettable experiences of my life which I forget while being there. There was silence, a stillness, which is not good. 

Suddenly I heard a door near me clicked, almost asking me to open it.

After standing up and waiting for a minute, I moved forward towards the gate. When the door was just in front of me, I heard cries. 

They were faint, so faint. 

My hands started trembling because the voice was familiar. It was the exact voice I heard when I first opened my eyes in that place. After that boy's shriek, I heard a girl crying. 

Yes, this is the same one. 

Loud thoughts were knocking through all the doors of my mind, but something was telling me that I had to do this. I had to see what's in there. To see, what's my past is hiding from me.

How much will it fold my emotions and estimates? I need to know it. 

So I opened the door slowly with a sound.

In seconds I found myself lying on the floor near a locker in a dark place. Head spinning, heart racing was all I can sense. There was a little blood in front of my eyes. Just some drops. Abruptly I coughed, and what I saw horrified me. 

It was blood. 

What happened to me? 

Why I am coughing blood? 

Why my body hurts—? 

Someone entered with a loud bang on the door. A person with a white dress. My school dress. A boy.  He is a boy. 

I can't see. Who is he? My eyes hurt like hell. All I wanted is to close them and sleep forever but as I said, I needed to know what's going on. 

The way he was coming towards my lying body, the way his steps were, everything was almost hesitant. Why is he hesitating to help me? 

Is there something wrong with me? 

Without stopping myself, I cried out, with a faint voice, "h—help!" 

There's somewhere inside my head, I feel my eyes widen in shock. The whimpers, the faint cries were mine. I heard myself crying that day. The very first day I opened my eyes in that hell hole. 

No! This just can't be? 

How can I even hear myself crying? 

Those painful wails were mine. No! Please! What did they do to me? Why I am here? I don't wanna be here. This place is painful. 

And when I saw how the person looked towards me as if he has so many emotions in his eyes. In spite of that, he left me there like he never saw me. 

That makes me feel like this is not my place. 

And nobody can ever help me here. 

This is my school. My first hell. 

Where I can never find any help or comfort, as I saw in my previous dreams. This place is one of the places I hated the most and one of those which I loved the most. 

Wait?

Why did I even say that? 

'I.. how can you say that Sun?' I started sobbing again in agony and loneliness. 'There's no happiness here. There's nothing in here. Everything is cold and harsh. Not a single speck of softness. Not a single touch of someone—'

At first, it was a feather touch on my head then, the whole hand. I nearly jerked back at the soft and sudden contact of a human. 

"Shhh. . . shh. . . it's alright! Everything is alright. I am just cleaning you. Don't worry."

A girl. 

Someone is here with me? 

Somebody shushed me suddenly and I feel my body relaxing and feeling so many happy emotions. New delighted thoughts were starting to entering my mind when I saw a girl ever so softly picks my body up and started walking hurriedly towards somewhere. 

Her nose was runny and her heartbeats were racing, all this indicates she was crying. But why is she crying?

First of all, why is she helping me? 

Nobody helped me in school!

I wanted to think more about it. But time didn't want to. So I found myself again in the front of one of the white doors of my memories. 

This time the voices I heard were laughter. Two laughing sounds. To be honest, it was the first time I wanted to run and open the door but it still was not clicked open for me. 

When the laughter stopped, the door clicked open, and with that, I ran inside and was now on the hospital bed. 

This time surrounding were so clear. Like never before. I can see everything. The machines, wires, soft hospital bedsheets, the warm pillow.

And a chair right side of my bed. 

With a girl sitting on it with a banana in her hand, eating it with a pouty face. 

This is the exact person who once came to my dreams and was giving me lessons about how should I perfectly chat with a person with proper eye contact. 

As if I was in some type of drama, not a single second after I started saying my lines. 

"W-Why are you like this, so pouty?" I asked, after a little moment of my admiring her. But she didn't talk to me. Well, I don't know. 

How the hell I know the reason when she pouts the whole time being all cute. I know I ate her apple but, that's not a big deal.

Right?

Suddenly, I found an almost finished apple in my hand. 

Now she angrily started eating a banana while glaring at me.

Ouch.

She might be hurting the poor banana. 

And now I suddenly feel bad for the banana. 

Wow!

I unexpectedly felt all shy in front of her and it's not like she is saying anything. All instincts of mine were clearly notifying me that she respects all of me. And that's what I like about her. 

Being close with her all day, smiling like a fool just by seeing her. I have never done these things, all these make my stomach feel butterflies. 

I kinda like that. 

I blushed at this thought. A heavy sigh from her makes me realizes that I am here in the hospital bed, seeing a memory of mine with a girl I think I know. 

Oh, how cute she is.

"W-Why are you so pouty?" I asked her again but she replied with a look. 

"It's my face I can make anything from it pouty, angry, smiley whatever." She huffs, even more, making her cheeks look puffier. 

And now she's making all kinds of funny faces.

Well, this memory is very different than others. It was peaceful, despite her being mad at me. 

"But you can tell me, right? I am your f-friend." I said as if it's natural.

Really?

She was my friend? 

I had a friend?!

After eating the whole banana, she looked my way, "Yes you are my friend but I am not going to talk to you. You...you... YOU HIDER!!"

H I.....wait what? Hider.

What the hell is hider? What did I hide from her? 

Is it even a word?

This is my time to give her a look but I saw her already glaring at me, her one hand shortly goes inside the bag, now taking something out. 

What is it? 

She suddenly takes out a banana and starts eating it, in front of me again.

Wait. . .something in me told me that I loved bananas. And she knows it but. . . she didn't give it to me

Oh wow. I scoff lightly, not offending her but I don't know why my lips curl into a small smile. 

It seems like the girl knows what I was thinking. So she again searched for something inside her bag and pick out another banana, and handed me. 

I stare at the banana, then her.

How many bananas did she hide inside her bag?

Well, it does not seem like I am the only hider right now... If that's a word. 

I surprisingly giggled for the first time in here and took the banana, "I am not a hider or whatever it is.. why are you saying this?" I mumbled. 

She looked at me with those eyes like I betrayed her. "You are! Now eat this banana." She snarls cutely at me making me grin again. 

This is so beautiful. 

This memory. 

"Okie." A pout makes its way to my face. As always my mind told me that my stomach can't take the whole banana. So I tried to offer her half of it. 

"Don't you dare! Eat all of it, you pretty little thing. I bet you didn't eat last night." 

Last night? 

Oh. 

There was a thought inside my head that told me I don't usually eat these days. What's even happened to me? I feel again ashamed in front of her, this is what I am afraid of, disappointing my loved ones. 

This is a happy memory. I tried to remind myself. So I looked to the bright side of it. And tried to think about all the positive stuff. 

The very first emotion told me that at least she cares. 

I smiled at her, realizing the tears formed in my eyes were just dropped on my puffy cheeks. A second later, I look at her but she looks away right then as if avoiding my vulnerable stare. 

The second thing I feel was that she is all tough outside but inside she has a beautiful heart. And I always called her my cute plum cake.

"Yeah," I whispered, through my happy tears. 

I take the mouthful of a banana. It was sweet as always. I feel calming and so is the hunger. It's hard for me to swallow it but that doesn't mean it's impossible. So I tried. 

For her. 

As always when I wanted to be strong like her.

"You are a hider." Her lips parted and she suddenly throws this one at me. 

Oh yeah, this is the topic, we are talking about a moment ago. Well, how am I a hider? All I wanted was to ask her but my eyes were not leaving her beautiful face. I just wanted to listen to this soft and beautiful voice again and again 

Shit.

Did I say out loud? 

She suddenly fans her hand in front of me, now carving a perfect teasing smiley face, "Staring is rude, girl." My cheeks flush red from embarrassment, so I mumble a soft sorry. 

"You didn't tell me that there's something tomorrow." She asked me the first question and my mind trails down to the things which are on tomorrow.

I let my brain think as much as I can but there's nothing that is this important to her. 

Wait. 

No, it can't be that. 

No no! It's not important! It never was. 

It's never been important, how can it be today? 

I hesitantly look at her, starting to read her flashing face, but I guess she is not thinking what I am believing. 

"I don't know what's tomorrow. Can you tell me please?" I asked her softly, continuously trying to see what's in her mind again.

I was so afraid. 

No one knows about that. Not even one person. It's not like my parents celebrate that bad day. 

Relief flashes on my face when she said the next sentence startling me as well as the nearby nurse,

"It's Volleyball Tournament tomorrow. Students from another school will be there. Jesus, you didn't tell me. How can you sweety? You know that I love it, right?" 

I nodded without thinking further, smiling at her reaction. Sometimes I feel like she is a teddy bear who is so big and cute at the same time so naughty.  Who gives me small hugs and pats which makes me so happy. 

I am happy to have her in this memory. She used to take care of me. I still don't know what is her name. But do I want to, yes maybe? 

I am happy to say that someone cares. Cares for me.  

But for the very last time, it's a relief that she doesn't know what day is tomorrow. 

Because my birthdays were never special. 

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