In this summer, I paid attention to a game, saw two children I liked, cared about their every detail, and wanted to write some words melancholy.
The plot of the story is of course fictional, but the mood of the storytelling is real.
I guess the stage was too noisy, so I built another world for them. I guess one summer is too short, so I gave them eleven years to plan.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the ending.
Because whether it's the real world or a novel, I can't say what is a good ending and what is a bad ending. In this world, most people can persist and choose what suits them.
Conception: