That year, mentally and physically, I was repeatedly under high pressure and gradually came to the verge of collapse. It should have ended with the cold winter.
It was also in the same year that I accidentally met him on a chat software. I was twelve years old and he was eighteen.
With his company and care, I came out of the haze. I fell in love with him when I was immature yet extremely innocent.
Is this an unexpected beginning or the origin of misfortune?
Concept: The boy was rescued that winter, but he had no future.