As I rushed out and ran toward the row of potted plants, I found nothing there. I stood there in confusion, knowing it wasn't just my imagination.

Ryan suddenly appeared beside me. "Want some company for a walk?"

I looked up at his face. He was smiling warmly. A pang of guilt washed over me, so I nodded. "Sure."

We walked together through the yard, side by side. Ryan made me feel at ease, never once mentioning why I had dashed out in the first place.

He chatted about our school days. Suddenly, I asked him, "Ryan, why can't I remember my childhood?"

"Which part are you referring to? If it's something related to me, I'll help you recall it." He looked at me with a smile.

I shook my head. "No, it's from when I was younger. I remember everything with you, like when we first met in the teacher's office. My dad asked Mr. Thomas to tutor me in physics."

"Ah, yes, in Mr. Thomas's office. You were wearing your school uniform and looked different from the others. Your hair was dark, your