That year, I encountered the strangest, most surreal event of my life.
I often think back on it, and sometimes wake from dreams with a start. I long to be free of what happened, yet I don't want to forget it completely.
That year, I walked through the rain with an umbrella in hand. Wisteria blossoms drifted down, and in the blink of an eye, that boy appeared before me again. In an instant, hatred and love intertwined and surged through my heart.
That year, I risked my life to seek the truth.
That year, beneath the twilight, on the road of flight and pursuit, I fixed my gaze on him once more.
We were entangled with each other, following one another.
Even if our destinies traveled different paths, they would eventually run beneath the same galaxy.
First-person perspective
Cowardly bottom x Little Mute top
Theme: Growing up
