I woke up one day to find my past gone. Nineteen years vanished with a single accident, and I had spent the past four months trying to find at least some clue as to what my life was like. That was when I saw him in the cafe, and suddenly I began to remember things, just fragments of my past life, but at least they were a start. But who was this man, why did I remember him, and why was I just a stranger to him? ForewordSo this is my first story here on AFF. I was looking through some of my old stories and thought this one short story I had, would be awesome as a YeWook fanfic. About 54 pages and 2 months later, I have it finished! I want to thank all the people who took the time to post a comment or subscribe, you guys are amazing! Heres an excerpt, just to give a taste of the story.  That feeling was urging me to know, to learn, to remember. Pleading to remember and I did. Small pieces of memories moved through my mind, with the stranger in the café being the only piece present in every one of them. I remembered:Fingers reaching to hit different keys on a dusty piano, and notes dancing around the room. The sound of applause from my left and a figure standing in a doorway. An empty classroom, “Ryeowook,” and the strange sensations that crawled through me at hearing my name flow through his lips. Interlaced fingers in the dark theater, with the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when he finally held my hand for the first time. Hiding a picture of us together from the two people who would try to force us apart, never to understand what was between us.A smiling face, his face, and words of devotion uttered under a streetlamp in the middle of a moonless spring night. Lying in bed, wrapped in warm arms while listening to the soft raindrops hitting the window. His heartbeat against my ear was louder than anything the weather could have presented.Loud voices, a vicious argument, the pain of losing ones I loved, by choice and by force. In pain and alone, wishing just once, to see his face, one more time, while trying to recall the sound of his voice. With all the memories that pointed in his direction, I only felt more lost.