Remembering the Heart, Just as You Wish

Even a slow-moving child has their own sea of roses. "You are as lost as the wind howling across a barren plain in May. You should be stirring all things into life, yet you walk alone through the withered summer night. Everyone else has learned to navigate love with ease, while you sit all by yourself, counting the months by the moon.

She died on the day she came of age. She called me more than a dozen times, but I didn't answer. I stay up late every night, yet

that was the one day I chose to go to bed early, because I wanted to get up in time to celebrate her birthday.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.