Ever since one day, I have often dreamed of a beautiful “woman.”
A bustling street filled with the clamor of daily life, a clothing store crowded with customers, and him in a red dress.
A dark dorm room without a glimmer of light, a monster ready to devour anyone, and a hand clasped tightly in silence.
The summer of graduation, in the morning sunlight, a rose with no scent.
I dedicate this chapter to you, who brought a beautiful dream to my stagnant senior-year life.
You are my friend A.
Theme: Always be passionate, and always keep kindness in your heart.
