Too Broken to Forget

Episode 3:The Truth They Hide

"Hello… my daughter. Are you awake?"

A soft, trembling voice reached me.

Slowly, I turned my head.

"Yes… I'm awake," I whispered.

Even my own voice felt unfamiliar.

Like it didn't belong to me.

"That's good…" the woman said gently, sitting beside me.

Her eyes were warm.

Too warm.

Filled with something deep—

Relief.

Fear.

Love.

"I'm your mother," she continued softly. "Don't feel shy, my daughter."

Her words were kind.

Comforting.

But they didn't reach me the way they should have.

"Everything will come back slowly," she said, placing her hand over mine.

"Your father and I are always here. Don't be afraid… okay?"

I hesitated.

The word mother felt strange.

Familiar.

But her eyes…

They were real.

"Thank you… mom," I said quietly.

The moment I said it—

Something tightened in my chest.

Not pain.

Something deeper.

Something I couldn't understand.

Her expression broke.

Just for a second.

Tears filled her eyes, but she quickly turned away, pretending to fix the blanket.

"My daughter…" she whispered.

I watched her silently.

Why did it feel like I was hurting her… just by not remembering?

The door opened.

My father walked in.

"You look better," he said calmly.

There was strength in his voice.

Steady.

Unshaken.

"Yes… I'm fine," I replied.

But inside—

A different thought echoed.

So… they are my parents.

Their care felt real.

Their worry is undeniable.

And yet—

I felt like a stranger.

"Alright," he said after a moment. "I'll speak with the doctor."

He nodded slightly and left.

Silence returned.

Then—

Knock.

"Come in," my mother said.

"I am Gi-woo's doctor," a voice replied.

"Please, come in."

The door opened.

The doctor stepped inside, polite but tired.

"Your daughter is recovering well," he said. "She's strong."

"Yes," my father replied. "She is."

"Don't worry," the doctor added. "Everything will be fine."

His words were reassuring.

But something about them felt…

Uncertain.

Distant.

Their voices faded.

Because suddenly—

Noise.

Laughter.

Voices overlapping.

Paper flying.

Footsteps running.

My breath slowed.

My vision was blurred.

This wasn't the hospital.

It was somewhere else.

A memory.

A classroom.

Students filled the space with noise and life. Desks scattered, chairs half-pushed back, laughter echoing off the walls.

At the back, near the window—

A boy sat alone.

Hyun-woo.

Quiet.

Still.

Watching everything…

Without being part of it.

"Attention!" someone shouted.

The noise faded.

The door opened.

A teacher walked in — short, middle-aged, strict.

"Everyone, settle down," he said. "Let's begin."

The class fell silent.

But Hyun woo didn't change.

He never did.

He wasn't talkative.

Didn't try to be.

But he didn't need to.

Because when it came to studying—

He was one of the best.

Focused.

Sharp.

Unreadable.

Time passed.

The lesson ended.

Students rushed out, laughter filling the hallway again.

But Hyun woo stayed.

Slow.

Unhurried.

As if there was nowhere he needed to be.

Eventually—

He went home.

"Mom, I'm home."

"You're back," his mother called from the kitchen. "Change your clothes. Lunch is ready."

"Okay."

Everything felt normal.

Too normal.

He walked toward his room.

Then—

He stopped.

The door next to his room…

Was slightly open.

His body went still.

His eyes locked onto it.

The air changed.

Heavy.

Quiet.

Unsettling.

Seconds passed.

Then—

His expression hardened.

Cold.

"So…" he murmured,

"He's here."

Silence pressed in around him.

Something unseen.

Something was waiting.

And for no clear reason—

His heart began to race.

As if that door…

Was hiding something dangerous.

Something he wasn't ready to face.

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