When I finally reached my hotel, I decided to take a warm shower. Hopefully it will take all my troubles away. The sound of the showers filled the entire bathroom as the steam filled the air. I stood there under the shower head, letting the water fall down to my head and my bare flesh. I started to hug myself, slowly sinking to the cold, wet tiles crying. If I cry in the shower, at least no one would know about it... right?

After over an hour, I finally decided to step out of the shower and get some fresh clothes to wear.

The hotel phone began to ring. I thought that it was odd at first, but that might be my parents. When I answered the phone, the receptionist was on the other line. "Ms. Asia Sablan?" Her voice was sweet and friendly. I smiled at her tone.

"Yes, speaking."

"There is someone here at the lobby for you. His name is Mr. Christopher Dela Rosa." I frowned. Hearing his name brought flashbacks from the restaurant. My heart started to ache. It stayed silent on the phone for a bit. "Would you like me to tell him to come by some other time, ma'am?" I snapped away from my thoughts when I realized that I started daydreaming.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's fine. Please send him up." I told her.

After a few minutes, the doorbell rang. My heart started beating rapidly and I felt uneasy. My stomach felt like it was about to come out of my mouth. Am I ready to confront him again? I walked briskly to the door just to get it over with. Once I opened it, there he was. His hands in his pocket and his hair a mess. He looked at me with his dark brown eyes. We just stood there, staring at each other. The silence was deafening. He finally broke the silence. "I want to apologize for this afternoon."

"How did you know where I was staying?" I quickly responded.

He gave me a cheeky grin. "Well I am this town's detective." So he did followed his dreams into becoming a detective. I smiled at him proudly.

"So you've finally achieved your dream." He gave me a serious stare.

"That's what I want to talk to you about, Ma'am."

I shook my head. "Call me Asia, and please, do come in." I gestured my hands, welcoming him inside my room. We approached the bar. He sat down on the chair and I took out some beverages for us to drink. 

After getting the drinks, I placed them on the table. "Thank you." He accepted the drink, gladly, and took small sips. "When you left the restaurant, something didn't sit right. Your eyes says it all. From then on, I knew that you were telling the truth about us knowing each other. Sadly, no matter how much I try to recall your face, it just doesn't seem familiar to me." So, he really doesn't remember me? I looked down at my milk tea, using my spoon to mix the contents inside.

My eyes averted to his. "By any chance, did you get into an accident? I mean, that would explain the reason why you can't remember me at all." 

He shook his head in disappointment. "Sadly, no. Not unless I got abducted by aliens." He started laughing and I just rolled my eyes at him. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm kidding." He continues to chuckle. "So, how did we met anyways?"

I told him everything of what I can remember. From the time when we were in middle school and how he would bully me, to the time our friendship turned into something more, and to the time we broke up after high school. When I was finally done telling him my story, his face became even more confused. 

All of a sudden, the same confusion that was on his face turned into a serious expression. I noticed the goosebumps that rose from his masculine arms. Sweat beads started to form on his forehead. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes it off. "Asia, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, go ahead." I pray that he would finally remember me. Deep down, there is a small ray of hope that the love we used to have would eventually come back. I am still holding onto that thread of hope.

"What are the names of my parents?" He asked. It was an odd question. Was his memory loss that bad that he can't remember the name of her parents? "Let's just say that I want to test you to see if you really do know me." He smiled. I sighed and decided to answer him anyway.

"Easy. Alexander and Rosemary Dela Rosa." When I mentioned those two names, his expression turned pale. He tried to stand up from his seat, but stumbled while spilling his drink. "Are you okay, Christopher?" I moved towards him to help. He held up his hand, stopping me.

"I'm sorry, Asia. I have to go." He instantly got up in a hurry to leave the room. I gave him a strange look. What was that all about? I sighed in disappointment. There must be so many things going on in his mind.

After locking up, I laid on my bed and pulled out my pink phone. I went to my gallery and click on the picture of Christopher and I dancing in front of the bonfire. This was the night when he confessed that he was in love with me. All the memories that we had in the past came rushing back in. I instantly regretted breaking his heart the day after our graduation. 

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Flashback from 5 years ago

The Day After Graduation

I saw him leaning on the bridge an approached him. He was so handsome with his white v-neck t-shirt and his navy blue jeans. "Well, hello there, handsome." He smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"You're the one that's beautiful." His compliment made me blush. We continued to walk around the park, looking for a place to sit down and eat our lunch. I made him his favorite BLT sandwich. It was filled with my love. Okay, corny moment right there. 

After eating our lunch, Christopher held my hand and squeezed it. I looked at him and smiled. "I wish we could always be like this." He said. I wish for the same as well. We continued our conversation until...

"Christopher, I got a letter of approval from the art school that I've been talking about. They want me to be there by tomorrow morning for early enrollment." The look on his face made my heart fell. We started arguing about how we promised to stick together. After telling him that he was being arrogant and selfish, I broke up with him, leaving him on the green grass with our left over lunch.
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End of flashback