This summer has been great. Really good.
It's so good that I occasionally forget that living was a laborious task for me in the past few years.
Fortunately, there was a fool who broke into my world rashly and could not be pushed away or driven away.
He didn't make any noise, he just opened a crack in the door every day and stared at me huddled in the corner, or occasionally made some noise to tell me he was still there.
As for the ending, you have also seen that I am still alive and I am still typing here.
As I write this, the sunlight reflected on the river outside the window is already a bit dazzling.
He is cooking in the kitchen.
I'm fine, we're both fine.
