The Love That Remains

I feel like a truck ran over my body.

My head is still groggy when I realize that I have four arms. I can move two, but the other two arms are holding me tightly. Wait, these are not my arms. I can't have four arms.

Crap!

This pain is strangely familiar.

I realize that there is a man behind me. His 'something' is probing me from behind. His one leg is wrapped over mine, using me as a pillow. Did I sleep with someone? Did I sleep with Cai Xuan? No! Anybody but that man with countless STDs.

Suddenly, the man lets me go and rolls over. I can breathe now. I sit up and take a peek at his face. It's better not be Cai Xuan. If it's him, I will make sure that he never uses his male part again.

He looks like Sung Jun. I slap my face and look again. It is still Sung Jun. Why him? The history keeps repeating. Of all the people in the world, why is it him again? How did he find me? At least, it's not Cai Xuan. I am both relieved and scared. Did he use protection? Will I get pregnant again? No!

I notice the red marks on his body. His back is full of scratches. I look at my nails. Did I do it? Was I that desperate? I can't remember a single thing. I check my body. My body is full of bruises and love bites. He did whatever he wanted, didn't he?

That's not the worst part. What will I do when he wakes up? I must leave before he wakes up. I can't be with him anyway. I will ask Reis to get me another identity. I will leave this country. I have enough money to get plastic surgery.

I climb down from the bed. My dress and shoes are thrown in the corner. I silently cuss at Sung Jun for eating me like a wolf. Even walking is a chore. Did he not know that I was a virgin? I wear my dress and mentally curse his ancestors. I grab my shoes and walks on my toes. I freeze when I hear him moan in his sleep. I turn around to see whether he is awake. He is still asleep.

I resume my walk of shame on my toes. When I reach the door, I take a glance at his sleeping form. Reis is right about one thing. Fate is cruel.

I find the door locked. He did it intentionally.

"You are awake?"

I don't want to turn around.

"Eshe Yu?"

My shoes fall on the ground. I frown and look at him, fully exhibiting his body on the bed. Why is he looking at me like that? Did he not recognize me?

"My name is Sung Jun." He grins at me. "You look just like my dead fiance."

***

As expected, Fang Aisa pretends not to know him.

He wasn't asleep when she woke up or when she was trying to squirm out of bed. He wasn't asleep when she put on the dress or peeped at him to see if he was asleep. He was not asleep when she tried to escape.

He can tell that she doesn't remember last night. She can only guess what happened last night between them. She will never accept that she is Fang Aisa. Even if he forces her to, she will find a way to escape.

"Eshe Yu?" She stops when she hears him. She turns around stiffly. In her eyes, emotions run rampant. Sung Jun feels a sadness in his heart and says, "My name is Sung Jun. You look just like my dead fiance."

She is surprised and confused. "Your fiance?" Her eyes wander to his lower body once before she looks away at the ceiling.

"Her name was Fang Aisa." He doesn't cover himself despite the obvious flush on her face. "She died eight years ago."

She isn't fidgeting anymore. She tries to hide her emotions, but he can see them clearly. Her face is calm, but her hands are forming fists. "I see."

"Do you want to leave now?" He asks quietly. She is pretending to be Eshe Yu. He is pretending to believe that Fang Aisa is dead. It's a game between them now.

"Yes...the door is locked." There is awkwardness in her voice. "How did we meet?"

"You bumped into me and asked me for one night stand." He blurts out.

She covers her face. "I am sorry. I was drunk yesterday night."

"It's okay." He stands up and covers himself with the bedsheet. "I was drunk too. I thought that you were my fiance. But the dead can't come back to life. Besides, you are different from her."

She blinks at him hard. "How am I different?"

"My fiance was a flat board." He is satisfied to see the color drain from her face. "You are prettier than her."