The Memory of Us Chapter 2

They were childhood sweethearts.

Before I even met Asher, the System told me about his past with Sophie.

It was a cliché story of unrequited love.

Sophie fell for someone else and planned to go abroad with him.

Asher chased after her in his car during a heavy rainstorm, crashed, lost his memory, broke his legs, and fell into a deep depression.

His friends couldn't stand it and called Sophie.

From across the ocean, she only said three things:

"It's better if he forgets me. Saves him from pestering me."

"We just grew up together. Helping him recover isn't my obligation."

"Please don't bother me anymore. My boyfriend will be upset."

Asher felt nothing about this. In fact, he was annoyed by his friends constantly bringing up Sophie and emphasizing his love for her.

Their reminders only highlighted the fact that he, who should have shared memories with everyone, remembered nothing.

Every gathering was full of acquaintances who felt like strangers.

He was part of the group, yet an outsider. Surrounded by noise, but empty inside.

That was probably why I could approach him so easily. We had no shared past, which was a kind of equality. I smiled and told him:

"Our memories start now."

Countless moments of eye contact and touch condensed into an Asher who loved me. But when his past memories resurfaced...

Our two years couldn't compare to their twenty.

To make matters worse, Sophie was back.

Just a few days ago, she had a fight with her boyfriend, secretly returned to the country, and appeared in front of the amnesiac Asher in the rain, crying her eyes out:

"I have nowhere to go, Asher."

Faced with this uninvited guest, Asher was annoyed. He ruthlessly pointed out:

"Go home. Stay in a hotel. Sleep under a bridge. Even if you really have nowhere to go, my place isn't a shelter."

Sophie looked like she was about to faint, staring at him in disbelief: "You've never spoken to me like that."

"Well, sorry about that," Asher sneered. "I forgot how I used to talk to you."

I couldn't bear to see her getting soaked, so I handed her an umbrella.

She slapped it away, looking at Asher with hurt eyes.

"Even if you don't remember, Asher, someone must have told you about our twenty years together. Aren't you afraid you'll regret treating me like this when you get your memory back?"

"Or are you doing this on purpose to get back at me for leaving? Finding a random girlfriend just for revenge?"

Then she looked at me and scoffed:

"Do you know what this is called? Taking advantage of a vacancy."

I didn't know if I was taking advantage, chipping away at his defenses while he forgot his love for her.

But Sophie was right about one thing.

Asher, with his memories restored, regretted it.

Unexpectedly, when Sophie heard he was hospitalized, she came to visit. Facing Asher's soft question:

"Aren't you mad at me?"

She huffed cutely and said:

"I'll settle the score after you're discharged."

"You got into a car accident; how could I not come?"