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Thursday, 4/29/2010
Impossible To Forget: Prologue

Love – it's a beautiful thing, isn't it? Now the love I'm talking about isn't the same love that people tend to overuse. This love...it's something special. I remember the day we met. It was such a strange day and everything happened so fast. It really felt like fate brought us together. Now, I'm not a big believer of fate but that day...it was just so crazy that you would have to believe in faith.

It all started that one summer day...


Year 2006 - Hong Kong

"Are you ready?" An elderly man asked politely to the petite girl next to him.

She gave him a nod and with one last look at the sunflower field, she gave a big smile while trying to hold back her tears. She wasn't going to cry. Not here. Not now. She has to be strong. "I'm ready, let's leave."

And with that said, she walked in the car and headed for her destination. "Young miss, please don't be too rude to your father."

"But he's ruining my life!" She shouted in anger. She felt the heat going to her cheeks, just thinking about her father made her mad.

He sighed, there was no use in trying to make her see it his way, she was just too stubborn. "I know you're really angry, but what he's doing is for the best."

"Can we just drop it? I really do not want to do this right now." She replied in a more subtle voice. She didn't want to lash out her anger, especially at Kenny, who's been by her side for all her life.

"Yes miss, I shall keep quiet." Kenny whispered. He remained silent for the rest of the car ride as said. Kenny Kwan, he's been by her side since she was born. Her father and mother had assigned him to take care of her until she's the right age. No matter how obnoxious and wild Hebe was, Kenny was the only one who didn't judge her. He was the only one who could see right through her and he was the only one that was able to calm her down. To Kenny, Hebe was like his daughter, he would risk anything and everything for her. And to Hebe, Kenny was just like a replacement father, the father she could actually rely on. The father who actually took the time to get to know her and take care of her.

"Kenny, you know I love you." Hebe whispered while continuing to stare outside the window.

A smile formed on Kenny's lips, "Yes young miss, I know. You know I love you too."

"I can't believe we're back here again" Hebe sighed and looked at the place she had once called home. It definitely didn't feel the same, there was something different in the air.

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