Summer Resembles Winter, Yet Seeks the Warm Sun

"Brother, will you regret it?"

"What?"

"Trusting me."

He smiled, as gentle as ever. "I keep my word."

When she stood on the opposite side from him, everything seemed to have changed, and yet somehow everything remained just as it had always been.

"Why didn't you leave...?"

"I told you, I trust you. That was the truth... and it will always be true."

The words reached his lips, and it was still the same person before him, but the moment was no longer right for what lay before them.

"Summer, I will never say you were wrong... Truly... I really can't bear to let you go..." The strength seemed to drain from his hand in an instant. He never managed to caress that face again, not even one last time.

In winter, she watched the sunlight outside slowly creep through the window. It fell directly on her, and yet why was it so cold? It felt as if her bones were about to break.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.