First love is like being stabbed in the heart. I recovered well and was even stronger than before. The wound had long been ignored and not afraid of being touched, but it gradually grew into the ugliest scab inside. But even if it becomes the ugliest scab, it will always be gently brushed away when one is alone. Recalling it again, is the friendship still the same?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
