On the way home from school, when my father and I had just passed the intersection, a loud shout of "chestnut" stopped me in the middle of the noisy crowd. It's him, that's a title that only we can call each other. I turned around and saw a young man riding a bicycle in a standing position in the middle of the intersection. The evening light shone on the young man's bright face. We looked at each other for a second, and he rode fast. I didn't wear glasses, but his outline and expression were so clear in my memory. It wasn't until I saw him disappearing that I turned my head and caught up with my father. There was no expression on his face, but the heartbeat in his ears was deafening. I seem to have fallen in love with him...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
