In the summer of her second year in junior high school, she met the boy who rushed into the classroom with a basketball. The sun fell on his sweaty hair. He handed over an orange and his smile was brighter than the cicadas chirping outside the window.
She is a quiet girl who doesn't like to talk and only likes to write short poems in her notebook. But he always found reasons to be around her - telling funny jokes, helping to move books, and sending her home after studying in the evening. She was afraid of the dark, so he told funny stories until she laughed out loud. She drew a crooked star in his textbook, and he drew an entire starry sky in the blank space of her poetry collection.
They agreed to go to the provinces together and be roommates for life. She remembered many things he said. There was only one sentence he said under the streetlight, his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of breaking something - "I like you more than anything else."
She didn't tell anyone what happened next. But many years later, she sat in front of the window and wrote this line:
"You are the brightest star in my life, and the night sky will never be dark again from now on."
She lived the way the two of them wanted.
Concept: The summer of fifteen is too short, so short that a confession has not yet been turned into strawberry cake, so short that only half of the promise made at the same table has been fulfilled. But he left the stars to her, and she lived happily every sunny day for him.