The hardest thing in the world isn’t meeting, but staying together.
One summer afternoon, with the sun shining bright, two slender figures chased an orange ball across the basketball court.
The ball arced perfectly through the air. The boy in a black T-shirt slumped to the ground.
“I’m done. I’m exhausted.” He didn’t wipe away the sweat running down his forehead. His sapphire-blue eyes flickered as he looked at the boy in a white T-shirt and flashed a roguish grin.
Those pure, clear sapphire-blue eyes and that carefree smile dazzled him.
He reached out and pulled the boy off the ground. His affectionate gaze went unnoticed even by himself, and the corners of his mouth curved higher and higher. Bathed in sunlight, he looked breathtaking...
The greatest happiness is meeting you in the best years of our lives. The greatest sorrow is knowing and understanding each other, yet being unable to stay together.
Under all that pressure, with temptation growing ever stronger and the harsh truth staring them in the face, will they still be able to stay by each other’s side until old age?
