THE DAY I WOKE UP

ACCIDENT

---2 MONTHS LATER----

"It's been two months since then, and everything's been going smoothly, except Julian still doesn't let me go to work, so I've been working from home all this while. Surprisingly, they haven't fired me yet; maybe I was just too good to be let go," I mused to myself as I woke up early one morning and prepared breakfast—pancakes with chocolate syrup and orange juice. Julian loved it so much he ate twice as much as me, which was saying something considering I'm a foodie.

As Julian was about to leave for work, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head. I grabbed onto a chair for support, alarming Julian. He rushed back to me and shook me gently. Thankfully, I didn't black out, but I sat down and took a sip of water. Just then, a memory flashed back—a face of a boy, cute and handsome, but something about him screamed danger. I couldn't place his name, but I distinctly remembered him from 11th grade.

"Julian, go ahead to work," I said reluctantly after the pain subsided. He hesitated but left when I insisted. Immediately, I called Lisa, who picked up with a cheerful, "Hey bro."

"Hi, are you free today?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm free in the afternoon. What's up?" she replied.

"Can you come over?" I requested.

"Sure, okay," Lisa agreed.

I spent the morning working on my laptop, diving into programming with a passion that reminded me how much of a workaholic I truly am. I found myself lost in the screen, typing away incessantly until Lisa arrived in the afternoon. We caught up, exchanging compliments about each other's "ugliness," as we liked to jokingly call it.

"Hey bro, I had a headache—" I started to explain.

"What, you had a HEADACHE?? WHERE IS THAT MILLER? CALL HIM NOW! WHAT IS HE DOING WHEN HIS WIFE IS IN THIS CONDITION? OR WAIT, DID HE CAUSE IT? DID HE HURT YOU? MILL—" Lisa erupted, ready to defend me fiercely.

"Lisaaa!! Wait!! Let me finish!" I interrupted her.

"Okay... What happened? Don't worry, tell me. If he hurt you, I will barbecue him!" Lisa exclaimed, ready to take action.

"No need to barbecue anyone. I had a headache, and I remembered a boy's face. I have no idea about his name, but something about him screams danger. According to my memories, I knew him back in 11th grade. Do you have any idea who he was?" I asked, hoping Lisa might have some answers.

"which boy? There were a lot of boys, it could just be any random one that you remembered."

"No, I have a gut feeling he isn't any random boy. I feel like I knew him well."

"Shit..."

"What?"

"Nothing..."

"You just cursed, Lisa, and you say it's nothing?"

"You know me, right? I curse all the time for no reason... It's really nothing."

"Okay... But please, if you do know anything, let me know."

"Why would I? I really don't know who you're talking about."

"Okay then. Please do let me know if anything comes to mind. By the way, Julian hasn't been sleeping well these days. He's been tossing and turning, mumbling in his sleep. Two days ago, I woke up and saw him sitting with cold sweat on his forehead. At first, I thought it was a ghost, but I managed to calm him down and get him back to sleep. Do you think something is up with him?"

I asked Lisa this because ever since I lost my memory two months ago, Julian hadn't been sleeping properly. He often muttered in his sleep, and I could only make out one word clearly—my name. I assumed it was just his worry over me.