Perhaps it began in elementary school, when the teacher seated her next to him.
Perhaps it began when they lived in the same building.
Perhaps it began with a promise.
“You have to study hard, so we can stay desk mates and keep going to the same school.” Those were his words, and they became her motivation to study. Later, she realized she was the only one who got into that middle school. He had moved away...
And so their promise was no longer a promise...
Then a friend request brought her thoughts back to those memories.
Perhaps fate means meeting again, and finally keeping the promise they once failed to fulfill.
Only then does their story truly begin~
In that blazing summer, there was him, and there was her.
