"If I get better, can we be together?"
I said yes. Never regret it for the rest of your life.
But he broke his promise.
All he left me was a diary with my name written all over it.
And in the ninety-nine letters, that sentence - "Thank you for appearing in my life, even though my life is short."
Later I went to the beach and took his ashes with me.
The wind was so strong that I didn't know which wave it was. This is a story about secret love, death and farewell.
BE aesthetics, enter with caution.
