I never thought that one day, I would have the courage to face it, to tell her this emotion that had been buried for ten years, this story that had been buried in my heart for ten years, and the boy who died in my memory in such an indifferent tone, as if it had nothing to do with me.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, I just smiled. Our story is so long ago that it feels so peaceful to talk about it again. But the person listening to the story across from me, why are you crying? He, I, we are all fine, right? We all have our own lives now. If this is the case, there is nothing to be sad about.
In the dark, those who are destined are moving forward according to the trajectory.
Some people are destined to grow old throughout their lives.
Some people are probably destined to live in our memories for the rest of their lives. They will always have that young face, and they will always have the look that made our hearts beat.