The most fundamental reason is that I feel that many people's understanding of grief, or their understanding of how to express grief, is different from mine, but I want to say it but can't, so I wanted to write a short story.
In fact, the most direct reason is the product of unintentional review on the night before the exam...
This is a story about a proud man, but also a story about righteousness and friendship(?).
In fact, there are a lot of things worth changing, but I don't want to touch it anymore. After all, in the beginning, it was just written for me to read alone.