This is just a short story, a story about myself, half true.
I wrote this story because I once liked that person. Although my story is definitely not about beauty and relaxation, I still didn't want it to be sad when I wrote it. Therefore, it became a story with a bloody happy ending where lovers finally get married.
(This article was posted on the original account, and then after I applied for a new account, I deleted it and reposted it here. It was completed before the end of the world last year. I originally wanted to revise it, but now I think about it, I might as well forget it. It is a souvenir.)