Never Look Back: I Found a New Me

The show arranged for us to go skiing and everyone was in the locker room, changing into ski gear.

Hannah blinked her big eyes at Simon. "Simon, can you help me fasten my helmet strap?"

Simon smiled indulgently, stepped forward and carefully fastened her strap. He even meticulously checked all her equipment.

Noticing my gaze, Simon turned around helplessly and was about to come over to fasten mine.

I took a step back and buckled it myself.

He let out a cold huff, seemingly annoyed by my rejection.

Since it was the last day, I didn't bother arguing with him.

While checking my phone, I saw that Simon had sent me several messages over the past two days. Another one had just come in.

I scrolled through them one by one.

The first was. "Are you playing hard to get? That won't work on me."

The latest one read. "Even jealousy has its limits. Keep this up and don't expect me to talk to you when we get back."

Still as arrogant as ever, acting like I was waiting for his attention.

With two hours left before the end of filming, I didn't hesitate to block his number.

The recording wrapped up quickly and the crew gave us free time to enjoy the snowy mountain.

I wanted to avoid Simon and Hannah, but they seemed to haunt me wherever I went.

Simon cleared his throat. "You don't know how to ski either, right? It's no extra trouble to teach two. Why don't you join us?"

Hannah wasn't happy but still pretended to be kind. "Yes, Claire. You're older and probably not a fast learner. Please come along."

I responded coldly, "I don't think I'm as clumsy as you."

Simon frowned unconsciously and defended Hannah, "What do you mean? Hannah was just being nice to you and you're so sarcastic!"

I ignored them and tried it myself, but I could feel Simon's eyes burning into me.

Just as I was about to respond, someone shouted. "Avalanche! Run!"

Before I knew it, a thick wave of snow rushed down the mountain.

It looked like a monstrous snow creature about to engulf us all.

I was closest to the avalanche. My heart pounded as the snow surged towards me and my legs became jelly.

I looked at Simon, silently pleading for help.

He called out to me and started to come over, but then I heard Hannah's terrified voice.

"Simon, I'm scared!"

She was far away and in no danger, but Simon's expression shifted.

Then he turned without a second thought and ran towards her.

I watched him walk away, a bitter smile playing on my lips as I counted to three in my head.

The alarm blared and with it, my memories of him vanished.

I woke up in a hospital room with my left arm in a cast.

My head throbbed painfully, my mind a jumbled mess.

Wendy was just as she had been when she was twenty, her head buried beside my bed. She even cried in her sleep.

I must've made her cry again.

Next to her was a sticky note instructing me to take the journal from her bag.

I retrieved the journal but felt like something was missing. The harder I tried to remember, the more it hurt.

So, I gave up.

I was supposed to be reminiscing, but I wanted a fresh start before I lost my memory.

The final entry in the diary read. "May we no longer dwell in the past and instead look forward to a brighter future."

Closing the diary, a man entered the room with a grim expression.

He looked slightly remorseful, but his tone was still condescending as he spoke. "I was wrong this time, but you know Hannah is still young … "