Introduction·No reply at the end of summer
Literary girl x gentle boy
The cicada chirping in the old alley stopped at the end of the summer when she was seventeen, and the neighbor boy next door who always helped her organize her manuscripts also stopped in time.
She hid her dream of writing a book and silently wrote her thoughts that no one knew about, thinking that in the long run, there would always be a chance to bring her thoughts and words to him.
He was quiet and gentle, calmly correcting typos for her, collecting every page of the manuscript, hiding his love in silence, and even saying goodbye was as light as the wind.
It wasn't until he left suddenly that she saw in the dusty drawer a whole box of handwriting belonging to her, and a sentence of love that she couldn't express in time.
Later, she finally stood in the light and wrote thousands of stories, but the protagonist always looked like him.
The summer wind blows through the old alleys, and there is no echo of the young boy. There is some heartbeat. From the beginning to the end, only the years know.
BE·Youth Regret·Tenderness and Depression
Intention: I have written all the stories, but I can't wait to return to the boy in the alley.
