Ilya Berna was a perfect girl, yet she had an experience just like Harry Potter's. Two children met and found comfort in each other.
When they were little, it was friendship.
What would it be when they grew up?
A different kind of feeling began to blossom.
The one who loved the wrong person,
were they truly fated never to be together?
Their secrets
led to things becoming what they are now:
"The person I love doesn't love me."
Did it take losing them to realize what had been missed?
Can any of this be undone?
Theme: To love someone is to learn to let go.
