A year has passed since that night, and I have almost forgotten what it means to live with a clear conscience. But then the past will find you anyway. Walking down the street, I thought about everything in the world and, suddenly, stumbled and fell on the bare and wet asphalt. I lost consciousness for a while, but then someone gently lifted me off the ground.

– Are you all right, girl? – I heard the question. It was a man's voice, pleasant enough, but at the same time bass and rough. I looked up, opened my eyes, and saw a familiar face.

–Thank you for helping me up, – I said.

The guy's face was familiar to me and only then I remembered where I could see him.

–Excuse me, is your name Derek Lee? – I asked him.

He looked at me in surprise and said:

–Yes, my name is Derek Lee. How do you know my name?

–The nurse told me at the hospital when she was lying with a serious injury.

Derek looked at me a little pityingly and said:

–I also had an injury at the time and I don't remember what happened.

According to the nurse's story, I was brought in after I had a strange accident. My parents had an accident. My parents didn't survive, but I went into a coma and somehow came out of it.

I feel sorry for him. I immediately remembered the day when he had just been brought to the hospital and placed in my room. My heart started beating from all this, and then we went to the cafe. On the way to the cafe, I told him that my parents also had an accident. Then they wanted to go on a picnic and my parents wanted to tell me something. Derek had a similar situation: his parents wanted to go on a picnic and tell him the news, how the accident happened with severe consequences. I got a boyfriend this year. This guy's name is Jackie Like. He is tall with long hair, green eyes, a straight nose, large and broad facial features, fair skin, and an excellent physique. Jackie was a star at school and all the girls were attracted to him and wanted to establish local authority and rating in society, but by coincidence, he chose me. I've been Dating him for about a year, and I feel like he's not going to ask me to marry him. We did not notice how we came to the cafe and sat down at a table. Derek put me in first, like a true gentleman. Then we made an order and continued the conversation. It turned out that he transferred to the school where I study and to the class where I study. After this news, I told him that I was studying at this school, in this class, which he named. Derek was surprised and asked her to show him the school on Monday and give him a schedule. After agreeing, we went outside. Derek paid for dinner at the cafe and they headed to the Park. After a walk in the Park, Derek took me home.

–Thank you for the day, – I said, and opened the door to let him in.

Derek passed and they went together to my apartment, which I inherited from my parents. Going inside, you immediately find yourself in the corridor, which is furnished with a single nightstand with a huge mirror on the right side, a wardrobe opposite the nightstand with things. Then there is the living room: a large TV on the wall, opposite the black sofa, then there is the kitchen, after the kitchen there are two bedrooms. The kitchen was modestly furnished: stove, oven, cabinets with dishes, spices, cereals, refrigerator. My parents ' bedroom: double bed, wardrobe, rug. My bedroom: bed, table with table lamp, rug, window, TV, wardrobe. This surprised Derek a little.

–Do you live here? – he asked.

–Yes, after my parents died, I started working after school. It's hard, of course, but I'm used to it. And now I'm working. In general, I live with Zhenya, – I told him.

I made him some tea and got all the things he needed for tea. After another hour of conversation, Derek went to his apartment, and I was left sitting alone in four walls. I kept thinking that Derek might be her ideal, but she couldn't imagine that Derek would affect her life for the worse or for the better. Nothing else is given.