my hands move on their own to touch your face, tracing over your eyebrows and lips. why are you here? i know why you're here. i know why i'm not pushing you away, but pulling you towards me as our lips touch once more.

your name feels like acid on my tongue, the cocktail of bedsheets and clothes scattered across the room too real for me to consider anything. i'm crying, but i make sure you don't notice.

i know i will regret this tomorrow.

but for tonight, forget me under the stars and indulge in me to remember.

is this why, yongsun?

to remember what you want to forget?

your fingers are again in my hair, as if they belonged there. but yongsun, they don't anymore.

every few nights, when the clock strikes that special number, you come to me, begging me to help you forget.

why do you want to forget?