Two straight lines that were originally parallel and non-intersecting began to intersect after an unexpected encounter.
The young "him" picked up him who was sitting alone by the lake.
His blue eyes were the color of the sky. Just like the sky, it is clear but reveals loneliness.
Golden hair, a dazzling color like the sun.
Getting along day after day made him start to rely on "him" at a young age.
For three years, "he" took care of him for three years. In the past three years, every bit of his growth has been seen with his eyes. Every day, they return to their cabin on time, cook for him, tell him stories, and occasionally go to his secret base exclusive to "him".
However, happy time is always short-lived...
Black smoke ignited, and a slender figure stood there in the bloody fire.
He finally left him...
Leave only one piece of paper: Take good care of yourself. Wait for me to come back.
When can I come back?
Even he himself didn't know the answer to this question.