I don't know if a feeling that arises too early can be called love, but I am sure that such a feeling must be extremely precious.
They started meeting in high school, got acquainted, had a good impression, and were ambiguous. Starting from college, we met again, fell in love, hated each other, and separated. Starting from graduation, search, loss, truth, reunion.
This seemingly bloody love story is real yet unreal. I stole little stories one by one from people around me, stringed them together into a new story, and told it to you. Just think of it as someone else's love.