It's always easy to fall into a chaotic dream on a sultry summer afternoon.
The entire old street was shrouded in dazzling but hazy sunlight, and the chirping of cicadas was distorted and slow through a thick layer of white fog. Suddenly standing at the corner was my most familiar childhood playmate, with blurred eyebrows and the same appearance as he had more than ten years ago. We walked quietly without saying much, and the sweet vapor of melted popsicles floated in the air.
I stretched out my hand to hold her hand, but the figure slowly faded away, leaving only the hazy and hot summer, and a drizzle of rain falling on my body.
Light humor rabbit man x whimsical otter woman
Male protagonist's perspective, first person, BE
Intention: Only this summer belongs to us