This is a story about two-way secret love. Two people who are accustomed to hiding their emotions in their hearts, in their last days of high school, approached cautiously in their own way. There are no bloody misunderstandings, no deliberate misses, just those moments that are so subtle that they are almost imperceptible - the homework book is placed at the top, the song in the dark during the power outage, the light blue umbrella we hold together, and countless silences that stop talking.
Secret love is the norm. It's not that you have to miss him vigorously every day, it's not that you have soreness and pain every moment, but that person lives in your heart, like a neighbor living next door, living his or her own life quietly. Occasionally I heard a little noise coming from next door, so I smiled knowingly and continued to do my own thing.
But under normal circumstances, the two hearts are quietly getting closer. When all the restraint and disguise are no longer worth a look or a heartbeat, those secrets that have been carefully hidden will finally be revealed in a certain moment.
