[They save each other, sweet romance]
When the breeze brushes past, it brings more than a hint of coolness. It brings a flutter of uncertainty, too.
When they first meet, the boy gives her a tiny gray rose resting in his palm and says softly, “I made this. It’s for you.”
She blinks gently, reaches out to accept it, and looks at him with reddened eyes as she closes her fingers around the rose.
“Why didn’t you fight back?”
She gently hides the wounds in her palm, but the boy catches her hand. He beats up the people who bullied her, and ends up with a bruised face himself.
The boy’s name is as dazzling as he is. When he walks ahead, holding her hand, she can’t help watching him.
She doesn’t understand what this feeling is, but in the end, the wind tells her she likes the boy, and he feels the same way.
Even the wind yearns for the light. From the very beginning, you were always where I belonged.
