8

Time passed quietly, and my world was moving backwards, step by step towards the starting point. I forgot many things: the future I had carefully planned, the happy times with Pearl, the years I pursued my ideals in the hospital, and the medical knowledge I learned in college. I only remember that there seemed to be an unattainable ideal.

People around me said that I was getting better and my mood swings were not so big. But I had a feeling that I seemed to have reached the end. She was finally overwhelmed by this premonition and collapsed on her knees in front of me and cried. She hugged me madly, begging me over and over again not to forget the past and not to forget her. I pushed her away violently, my chest heaving. I didn't know her, but every cell in my body was shouting for me to stay away from her.

" Who are you? I don't know you." I asked. She raised the thing in her hand - it was the medical encyclopedia my mother gave me. It was broken because of my illness, and she found it back and repaired it bit by bit. I looked at it with surprise, but pushed it away again, "This is not the book my mother gave me! My mother gave me the best medical book! Where did you find this tattered thing?" I was angry like a child.