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MEMORIES. You don't know how important it was until it's gone, or you can't create new one.

LOVE. You don't really know the value of love until you're willing to sacrifice everything. Even though it cost you pain.

LOVE. MEMORIES. Both were taken away from me.

"Be careful what you summoned." The last words I heard before I passed out. The next thing I know I woke up.

"Wait, where am I?” I asked myself in confusion.

"Finally, you're awake Leyra" I was greeted by a woman whose face is still blurry.

"Who are you?" I asked her and to the rest of this two people inside of this so boring room, in confusion of course. They just stare like fools. Hello? I ask any of you. Maybe someone wants to answer?

"Lady, I'm your mom, we're your family." I was shocked, they're my family. The hell did I forget? So stupid!

"Wait, what? Are you sure?" My question is a bit sarcastic, maybe I forgot everything but not my trust issues.

"Doc, what happened?" she asked the man in white suit.

"Madam, as what I have said before your daughter might suffer amnesia." When I heard that I feel a sudden numbness of my body.

"What's Amnesia?" I questioned.

"It's a loss of memory," he replied.

"W-what? A-amnesia? No way. I just passed out last night, so it's not possible," I insisted, and now they're looking at me cluelessly and before I realize what happened my mom spoke. "Lady, you're in a coma for these past 3 years."

What the hell did I just heard? I just cried at what I found out. Imagine missing your life for 3 years!? It felt that I just blink and then woke up and forgot everything? What did just happen?

"Because of the incident that caused severe damage in her brain, your daughter suffered from Anterograde amnesia, it is a loss of the ability to create new memories, leading to a partial or complete inability to recall the recent past, while long-term memories from before the event remain intact. When you have anterograde amnesia, you can't form new memories. This effect can be temporary. And this can affect your daily activities. But as of now maybe her memories aren't coming back yet because she just woke up from a long coma, but it won't be long and her memories from the past will also come back and let's hope for good that she will get to know you."

My mom asked, "So, it means doc, that the memories she will acquire now will be lost just in a snap?"

"I'm sorry, madam."

"Is there anything that we can do?"

"We can do therapy, but we cannot assure that it would help her."

After we heard that everyone is crying in the room now. Why did this happen to me? Out of crying from confusion, my head suddenly hurt. Then everyone got panicked. I'm crying now in pain and then suddenly my vision blacked out.

"Happy Anniversary, Love." Klio kissed my back, I turned to him.

"Happy Anniversary. I love you.” I kissed him. And now we're dancing under the moonlight.

He is Kliosate Atticus Havero my boyfriend, we've been together for almost 5 years now. We met in high school, in the guidance.

FLASHBACK

"So, it's you again Miss Madrid? What is it now?" Our principal was annoyed when she said that, her eyebrow looked like a saleswoman in the canteen with that super thin liner. While I was watching her eyebrow, the mysterious door suddenly opened, another demon went to the sky. In fairness, he's fine.

"Mr. Havero? You too? What's wrong with you people?" The Lady of the school was angry.

"Ma'am, I saw Mr. Havero trimming those Santan flowers in the quadrangle!" Complaint of this stubborn teacher.

"It's Ixora Coccinea," he insisted.

"What?" The teacher jaw dropped and then I saw that my teacher grabbed a phone from his pocket and googled it.

"I said it is Ixora Coccinea, a genus of flowering plants in the Rubiaceae family. It consists of tropical evergreen trees and shrubs and holds around 500 species. It is a dense, multi-branched evergreen shrub that is fairly small that grows about 4 to 6 ft." In fairness, beauty, and brain.

"The scene is yours!" I shouted. Now their eyes are on me.

"Quiet, Ms. Madrid!" I was scolded. What a day to be alive!

"It's still Santan," the teacher insisted, not letting the teacher down.

"I don't use that word," he answered with confidence. Omg, bars! The teacher is even more annoyed.

"So, what's the problem with that Miss Lopez? Mr. Havero is just generous to help in trimming."

"Trimming in a figure of a d*ck?" When Miss Lopez said that I couldn't stop laughing, even the clever rude laughed at her nonsense and stupid idea. Sir Mendez suddenly pinched me on the side of my belly. It's a big challenge to contain laughter.

"Both of you stop laughing!" Principal was really angry.

"How about you Miss Madrid? What is it again?" Her attention diverted on me.

"Ma'am, I caught her cheating in my class," my teacher reported as if he was teaching, he doesn't even teach in class. He just spent most of the time to tell his life story to us.

"I just handed out the paper," I insisted, trying to make a sarcastic face.

"Handed out a paper with an answer already," my teacher said. Boy santan suddenly laughed.

"I'm sorry I was just thinking of the money, I'm just business minded," I said playfully.

"MISS MADRID! STOP THIS NONSENSE!" Principal shouted furiously. She was really angry.

"Both of you, this is the last time I would give you a chance! If you did this again, both of you are expelled!” She holds her head out of disappointment. “I will surely address this both to your parents!”

So that's it! We were just scolded in the guidance, nothing new. When we went out, someone called me.

"Hey!" I turned to him. Yes, it was Havero who called me.

"Oh, what is it boy santan?" I teasingly asked him.

"I said I don't use that word," he insisted and look at me seriously and I'm not lying when I say that I find him more attractive with that look. I gulp a little bit.

I cleared my throat, "So what? I used that word!" I exclaimed, raising my brow. I stared at him. This man got my nerves!

"You're disrespecting me," he replied and gave me a fascinating smirk.

"Wow? Okay. So, what now?" I questioned him in an attitude manner.

"I'm Kliosate Atticus Havero," he introduced. As if I want to know his name.

"Did I ask?" He comes close to me, very close and it looked like we were about to exchange faces.

"I know you want it," he whispered. And, before he walks away, he added, "By the way, it's Klio for short." My lips parted, not because of his name but because of the thickness of his face.