Empty (Punch sequel)

Part 8

But she didn't know who was the boy standing next to her, and she couldn't deny that he was so handsome.

Minyoung wondered why this photo was in this book. A book about boxing, which was among her books, what it was doing there and who this boy in this photo was, she had no idea and it started to annoy her.

Reopening the book she placed the photo back in between its pages and started to randomly turn the pages, going through its words again, trying to figure out anything.

She hated this empty feeling inside of her. Why was this book here? She didn't know. Who was in this photo? She had no idea. She was clueless of her own things and who she was and neither Jimin nor her mother understood that.

They just seemed to hide a lot from her. She felt it in the way they talk and how their eyes always looked unsure.

She even didn't know how she ended up in this accident. No one actually told her and she didn't ask. She was scared to know. But not anymore.

She remembered Jimin's words about her parent and how they just didn't want to lose her.

Flashback

"Did I not like taking photos?" I asked, turning to Jimin, looking sad. Because I did. I felt disappointed.

Jimin sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Minyoung..." He bit his lips and I already knew the answer I had photos, but it was just taken away.

"Why? I just wanted to know who I was. What I was like and..."

I found myself being pulled into Jimin's arms as his arms wrapped tightly around me in a tight hug. He took a deep breath and I felt him exhale beside my ear.

"Minyoung, you have to understand them." He said. "We almost lost you. You don't know how horrible the idea is, for you not being around anymore." He choked on his words, and I felt my heart itching. "We just want you to live happily. Can't you just live as who you are now? Because I knew that you are still Minyoung that I knew. You haven't changed at all."

"But I want to share our memories together. I feel sad that I don't remember you. That I don't remember anything about our friendship and..."

Jimin's cut me, by titling my chin up so that I was looking up at him. He gave me a look that said: you don't have to remember. "You are here and that's enough." He said. His gaze was hard. He didn't want to make this conversation any further than this.

And I sighed, burying my face into his shirt, inhaling his scent. He was right. I should be thankful that I was still alive. I just should enjoy my life as it was now and forget that I might have past that I knew nothing about.

End of flashback

But Minyoung wondered if telling her about the accident would make them lose her again. She was kind of confused and curious.

But she understood that her parent didn't want to bring the pain feeling again.

Sighing, Minyoung shook her head that started to hurt. She was thinking too much lately, but nothing was helping everything was like a pure thin paper with no ink. With no memory.

Minyoung loosened her grip over the paper of the book as it flew down close, producing a soft air with them until the pages finished and there was nothing remained except for the cover that Minyoung still was holding.

She was about to close it when her eyes fall over something that made her eyebrow met together. On the last page there were words that were written with a handwriting that she couldn't recognize. And it wasn't hers.