Harry's day didn't begin with anything important.
Just another morning that felt like it was already slipping away from him before he even had the chance to hold onto it.
After school ended, he found himself drifting through the station again, moving on instinct rather than thought. The crowd flowed around him in constant motion, voices blending into a noise he didn't try to understand anymore.
That's when he saw her.
The ponytail girl.
She was standing near the platform edge, slightly tense, like she had been waiting for a while. Harry hesitated only briefly before heading toward the ticket machine.
As he reached for his ticket, a light tap landed on his back.
Harry paused.
"…Hm?"
He turned slightly.
The ponytail girl stood behind him, fidgeting nervously. Her hands hovered near her chest, like she wasn't sure where to put them.
"H-hi…"
Harry blinked once.
"Can I help you?"
She shook her head quickly.
"N-no, I just… I wanted to apologize for yesterday." Her eyes flicked toward the arriving train, panic suddenly hitting her expression. "Oh no, it's leaving… I'm late for my shift, sorry!"
Before Harry could respond, she spun around and ran.
Her footsteps disappeared into the crowd as she rushed into the train just before the doors closed.
Harry stayed still.
Watching the train leave.
The wind brushed past him as it pulled away, leaving only noise and motion behind.
He didn't move for a while.
Then he bought his ticket and left.
The rest of the day passed without anything worth remembering.
He went home and He slept.
morning came anyway.
The next day was his first real day of school.
Harry rode the train in silence, but his thoughts kept circling back to the ponytail girl. Her voice. Her apology. The way she ran like she didn't want to be late for something important.
He pushed it away.
When he arrived at school, everything felt the same as before.
He entered the classroom late. No one complained.
The teacher introduced him briefly.
Harry wrote his name on the board.
Harry Grey.
Then he sat down near the door.
Lesson started.
He listened for a few minutes.
Then fell asleep.
...
Harry slowly lifted his head, rubbing his eyes lazily.
The classroom had gone strangely quiet.
Students nearby were glancing toward him with mixed expressions.
Confusion.
Judgment.
Amusement.
At least that's how it felt to him.
Harry quietly looked away.
Then two figures approached his desk.
One was tall and blond with sharp green eyes and an easy smile.
The other had brown hair, softer features, and the same green eyes and taller then the other.
The blond boy spoke first.
"Hey. My name's Damien Sinclair."
The second boy smiled awkwardly afterward.
"And I'm Lucien Mercer."
Harry looked at them blankly.
"…Can I help you?"
Damien scratched the back of his neck.
"Well… we were wondering if you wanted to hang out with us."
"Why?"
Lucien answered quickly before Damien could.
"You're new here, right? Thought maybe you'd want some company."
"The more people around, the more fun things are," Damien added casually.
Harry stared at them for a second longer before shrugging lightly.
"…Sure."
Damien smiled immediately.
"Great. Come sit with us."
They guided him toward a table beside the classroom windows where several others waited.
A dark-skinned guy with curly hair lazily leaned back in his chair while three girls sat nearby talking among themselves.
One had long blue hair flowing down her shoulders elegantly with sharp eyes.
Another had bright blonde hair styled into drill curls full of energy and reddish cheeks.
The last had a short pixie cut and calm emotionless eyes and a big nose.
The blonde girl immediately waved excitedly.
"Hello Harry! My name's Seraphina Knox!"
The pixie-haired girl followed quietly.
"Elara Nightwyn."
Then the blue-haired girl smiled warmly.
"Nora Calloway. Nice to meet you."
The curly-haired boy lazily lifted a hand.
"Owen Blake. Nice meeting you."
Harry gave a small nod toward them.
Damien crossed his arms proudly.
"See? Everyone wanted to spend time with you."
Harry frowned slightly.
"…Huh?"
Lucien laughed nervously.
"Come on, don't make it weird. Just hang out with us."
Harry finally nodded once.
"…Sure."
For a brief moment, things almost felt normal.
Then Seraphina suddenly leaned forward curiously.
"So… did you actually try to kill yourself?"
Silence.
Instant and crushing.
Nora's eyes widened immediately.
"SERAPHINA!"
Lucien nearly slammed his hands against the desk.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Harry froze completely.
"…What?"
The cheerful expression vanished from Seraphina's face instantly.
"I-I'm sorry!" she blurted out desperately. "I didn't mean to say it like that, I swear!"
But Harry had already stood up.
His chair scraped harshly against the floor.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Fast.
...
His footsteps echoed loudly through the empty hallways as he left the classroom behind.
Until he was nearly running.
His thoughts spiraled violently inside his head.
You don't have friends.
Lilith's voice.
Cold.
Sharp.
Then another voice followed.
Why are you still alive?
The white-haired girl.
And now this.
Maybe everyone really saw him the same way.
The lonely kid nobody wanted.
The failure who couldn't even die properly.
Harry finally slowed near the end of the hallway, breathing unevenly.
His chest hurt.
Not physically.
Something deeper.
Something hollow.
Then-
Footsteps.
Soft.
Familiar.
Harry slowly lifted his head.
The white-haired girl walked calmly down the hallway toward the bathrooms, her pale silver hair reflecting softly beneath the school lights.
Without thinking, Harry suddenly spoke.
"Do you know me?"
The girl stopped.
"…Excuse me?"
Harry stared directly at her.
"Do you know who I am?"
The girl blinked once before answering calmly.
"You're Harry."
"How do you know my name?"
She tilted her head slightly.
"Isn't it obvious?" Her voice remained emotionless. "You're the kid who tried to kill himself. This town's small. Everyone knows."
Harry felt something sink heavily inside him.
So that was it.
That was why Damien and the others approached him.
Not friendship.
Not kindness.
Pity.
The girl studied him silently for a moment longer.
Then she asked:
"…Are you going to try again?"
Harry's eyes narrowed sharply.
"What?"
"I mean…" She looked at him almost curiously. "Why are you still alive? Everyone thinks you're pathetic. And you don't even have family."
The hallway suddenly felt freezing cold.
Harry clenched his fists tightly.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
The girl glanced toward her empty wrist as if checking a watch that wasn't there.
Then she sighed softly.
"I have to go."
And she walked away.
Leaving Harry completely alone in the hallway.
This time, though-
The silence around him no longer felt empty.
It felt suffocating.
Harry stood for a moment at the school gate, watching the direction the white-haired girl had disappeared in.
The way she moved still lingered in his mind.
Not just her appearance.
Something deeper.
Like a feeling that refused to settle properly inside his chest.
He frowned slightly.
Why did she feel familiar?
It wasn't like Lina, the ponytail girl from the station. Lina felt like a normal encounter he just couldn't fully place, like a missing detail in a memory that wasn't important enough to hold onto.
But this girl…
This was different.
Her presence felt heavier. Sharper. Almost like something inside him recognized her before his mind could.
He clicked his tongue softly.
"…"
Maybe meeting her after school would give him answers.
Or at least something that made sense.
After classes ended, Harry didn't go home immediately.
Instead, he stood near the school gate, leaning slightly against the wall, hands buried in his pockets. Students passed by in groups, laughing, talking, moving on with their lives like nothing ever lingered beneath the surface.
He waited.
Five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then almost half an hour.
Still nothing.
Harry exhaled slowly through his nose.
Maybe she wasn't coming out today.
Just as he shifted his weight to leave, footsteps approached from behind.
"Oi."
Harry turned slightly.
Owen Blake.
The curly-haired boy from his class.
Owen scratched the back of his head, looking mildly tired.
"Hey… sorry about earlier," he said casually. "She didn't really mean what she said. She's just… like that. No filter."
Harry stared at him for a second.
"…Have you seen a white-haired girl?"
Owen blinked.
"Huh?"
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Why are you leaving school so late?"
"Oh," Owen shrugged. "School council stuff. Pain in the ass today."
Harry paused.
"…Do you know someone called Lyrielle?"
That made Owen chuckle lightly.
"Yeah, Lyrielle Ashwyn. She's something else. Talks a lot, gets mad at everything, but she's actually pretty nice." He smirked a bit. "Between you and me, I think it's kinda cute when she's annoyed."
Harry didn't react.
"…What about the white-haired girl?"
Owen frowned.
"I don't know who you're talking about, man. You alright?"
Harry looked at him for a moment longer.
Then turned away.
"…Never mind."
And just like that, he left.
Owen stood there, watching him go with a confused expression.
That night, Harry barely spoke a word at home.
He lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, replaying everything in his mind.
The white-haired girl.
Her words.
Her tone.
The strange pressure she carried every time she spoke.
It wasn't just curiosity anymore.
It felt like something pulling at him from inside his own memory.
The next morning at the station, he saw Lina again.
The ponytail girl.
This time she wasn't running or rushing. She just stood calmly near the platform, waiting for the train like any other commuter.
Harry hesitated for a moment, then walked a few steps away and sat down on a bench instead of approaching her.
He didn't feel like dealing with awkward timing again.
A few seconds later, he noticed her glance at him.
Then she stood up.
And walked over.
"…Hey," she said carefully, sitting down beside him. "It's you again. Oh—right, manners…"
She straightened slightly.
"My name is Lina Haddad. Nice to meet you."
Harry glanced at her.
"…Harry Grey."
Lina smiled a little, relieved.
"Nice to meet you too. And uh… sorry for running off yesterday. I was in a rush for my shift."
Harry nodded once.
Then, without much warning—
"Have we met before?"
Lina froze.
"…Huh?"
Harry looked at her directly.
"Do I know you?"
For a second, she stared at him like she didn't understand the question.
Then she laughed awkwardly.
"Wait, is this a joke? We literally met a few days ago. I bumped into you on my way to the hospital shift, remember?"
Harry tilted his head slightly.
"…Doesn't ring a bell."
The smile on her face slowly disappeared.
"W-what?"
"You don't remember me?" she repeated, quieter now.
Harry glanced toward the arriving train.
"Sorry. My train's here."
"W-wait—"
But he had already stood up.
"Gotta go. See you."
And he stepped onto the train, leaving her sitting there alone.
As the doors closed, Harry stared out the window.
Something about her name lingered in his mind.
Lina Haddad.
It felt familiar.
But distant.
Like a memory that belonged to someone else.
Unlike the white-haired girl.
She didn't feel like a memory at all.
She felt like something waiting to be remembered.
The next day at school, Harry was already waiting near the entrance.
The moment students began arriving, he saw her.
White hair.
Calm steps.
Unbothered expression.
Sophia Reynolds.
She passed through the gate without looking at anyone.
Harry stepped forward slightly.
"Hey."
Sophia stopped.
"…Can I help you?"
Harry's hands stayed in his pockets.
"You know I lost my memories, right?"
"So?" she replied flatly.
"It's not my problem."
Harry stared at her.
"I feel like I've met you before."
Sophia's eyes narrowed slightly.
"If you're trying to say we knew each other before your memory loss, then you're wrong." Her tone stayed cold. "And even if we did, I wouldn't bother remembering you."
Harry didn't look away.
"Then why do you know so much about me?"
A faint smirk appeared on Sophia's lips.
"Let's say I don't know you,what would you do about it?
Let's say I know everything about you… what would you do then?
And if I refuse to answer… what exactly would you do?"
Harry paused.
"…Nothing."
"Exactly," she said immediately.
"That's why I don't want to talk to you."
She turned slightly.
"This will be the last time."
Harry watched her for a second.
Then spoke again.
"What's your name?"
Sophia didn't even look back.
"Why does it matter? You're not going to call me anyway."
Harry shrugged lightly.
"I'll just ask around."
That made her pause.
Then she sighed.
"…Sophia Reynolds."
Harry nodded.
"Got it."
The school bell rang.
He raised a hand slightly.
"See you, Sophia."
And walked past her.
For the first time, she didn't look annoyed.
Just quietly amused as she watched him leave.