[ BEGONIA ] + p.jm

THAT NIGHT ( 그날 밤 )

" If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind. "

- Shannon L. Alder

As soon as the black-haired male suggested to Nana to go to her old room and look out for clues that could help her stimulate her brain into gaining a new memory, she realized that it wasn't just for her.

There was a weird tension between him and her father. She knew that it could only be solved if she were to leave them alone.

Killing two birds with one stone, she guessed.

After she reached her room, she was surprised to see that it was still clean. There were new bedsheets, the window was wide open to let some fresh air inside, but my furniture didn't move. Everything remained as she left them.

Then, she looked at the wardrobe that her father had mentioned before and opened it. As he said, at the bottom right was a red box. She carefully picked it up, sat on the floor, and opened it. The first thing that her eyes fell on was an old drawing she made when she was a kid.

It was a messy drawing of herself with her parents, and different colors of begonia flowers were surrounding them. She automatically smiled when she picked up the next drawing. It was the same as the one before, but this time, she drew a boy beside her.

When she turned the drawing, her name was signed along with the letter C beside it, like the one she had found in her old house. She turned back the drawing as her fingers brush the little boy she drew.

She wanted to remember him she wanted to proudly call out his name.

Then, another drawing caught her eyes.

The shadow man.

An ominous figure was standing at the side of her while she had colored the bottom in red color. Confused, she picked another similar drawing, and each one looked gruesome for a child to draw. When did she do that? She couldn't remember drawing such a sinister illustration.

One after another made her heartbeat quickened, and her breath uneven. Her hands that were holding her drawings started shaking before a pain shot in her head made her drop them to the floor.

Disordered memories rushed into her brain, making her dizzy and in pain.

Unconsciously she called someone's name. " Chris. " Then, his full name. " Park Christopher. "

The young woman stood in front of the red box, half surprised, half relieved by the name she had uttered. A part of her had doubts about the young man's utter motivation and his behavior towards her.

The pain in his eyes when he would stare at her, the gentle gaze he would lay on her figure when he thoughts she wasn't looking. The way when their body would touch, and he would embarrassingly step away as if he had touched fire. The way his voice would become soft when he had to explain her things to her that he knew would bring her pain.

All of those things made Nana always had her doubts about their relationship. The way they were naturally drawn to each other, yet afraid to cross the line that they had drawn.

They would tease each other. Play a cat and mouse game contemplating if one of them would break, so the other would have a reason to have a taste of temptation.

But before Nana could overjoy herself, another headache came over her when her eyes fell on a doll.

She slowly picked it up with one hand, while the other was holding her head, helping her subsite the pain. However, it was weird for her since she didn't remember her parents giving her this doll, neither of using it.