Confused by his reaction, Fuuka leaned back, her hands still on his shoulders. Why wasn't he trying to kiss her? Why was he pulling away.

"...miss...?" she repeated, a terrible feeling growing in her stomach. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she examined his face. He was not looking at her with love and warmth. He was being shy, and sweet, but there was no intimacy there.

Junpei's words hit her in the gut, knocking the wind from her. Slumping back into her chair, her hands dropped into her lap. Staring at him, she searched his face for some sign that this was a cruel, cruel joke, even though she knew it wasn't.

"...you don't remember me...?" she whispered, her voice cracking.