Look, I may be hopeless at all the things you like, but for half my life, my only wish has been to reach the same destination as you, even if we take different paths.
Look, the world is wild and strange, with spring grass and birdsong wherever you turn. To live peacefully by your side is the kindest fate could ever be to me.
But even blazing starlight can't warm a world that's cold and cruel.
If I could choose again, I wouldn't be a distant star. I'd rather be the silk-cotton tree outside your window, unmoved by gales and unbroken by snow and frost, weaving a sky of crimson clouds and staying by your side.
Content note: The story spans from student days to adulthood.
An old story I wrote years ago. Complete, with a tragic ending and lots of angst.
The two love each other deeply. Their suffering isn't caused by hurting each other.
Theme: Love can cross mountains and seas.
