Udumbara Flower

I still remember it to this day: I first met him in the summer when I was fifteen.

Back then... I had just graduated from junior high and started high school.

It was at that confused age that I first encountered him.

A udumbara flower. That was my first impression of him.

The first time I saw him, I even had a fleeting, mistaken memory of the only time I had ever seen an udumbara bloom as a child. I don't know how to describe that feeling. If I had to, I'd say it was something clean and serene, a serenity that could stir up great waves in the heart, and a purity without a single trace of impurity.

Honestly, in all my years alive, I thought I'd met countless people, but he was the most extraordinary. In that first year, I even wondered why... I could remember so vividly someone I'd barely spoken to.

Many years later, when I finally understood why, I had already missed the moment that udumbara bloomed, and the time I could have spent with him had passed.

He and I were both gone...

Don't let the fake tragedy in the prologue scare you away!! Don't!! The rest is lighthearted and funny!!

Also, everything in this story is made up by me. The professional knowledge in it might not be comprehensive either.

So it's just for entertainment!! Please don't take it personally. And if it's really badly written, please don't roast me too harshly = =.

If you think it's all right, please leave a comment~ I'll get down on my knees and thank you in advance!!!