I'm just a Maxwell's demon, and I just hope that by the end of the story, you won't become Schrödinger's cat. Only for my dear 2 Yaksha.
Did you meet the right person at the wrong time, or did you meet the wrong person at the right time? What will be the outcome of this entanglement that cannot be foreseen in the future? The pounding heart that passed by that autumn was the beginning of sweetness, or a harbinger of heartbreak...