I want to say a few words before I get started.
When I was in the third grade of junior high school, I lived in an old house very close to the school. My desk was facing the window. I would look at the occasional passers-by outside the window and I would wander away happily. If I'm lucky, I'll have the chance to secretly observe someone on the opposite floor.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, the time before the high school entrance examination was very wonderful. Unfortunately, all I could think about at that time was escape. I want to escape from this oppressive place that makes me breathless.
What happened next? The escape was successful. I went to high school elsewhere. I successfully avoided all the people and things I hated, but I also hurt everyone who cared about me and loved me. That might include someone.
When I was in my second year of high school, I learned that someone had done something similar to me, secretly observing the window (ahem). It's a pity that we can no longer be together.
Talking so much about yourself is just a joke [laughs]
It's probably just a short story about fate. I'll finish it before graduating from high school.