This is a story I wrote in an essay. The protagonist of the story is an ordinary male and female couple. The two met in high school; the heroine had suffered school violence and had a complicated family. She wanted to escape from such a life and decided to transfer to another school, but the demons did not let her go. She was so tortured that she originally wanted to give up on herself; the appearance of the male protagonist was like a gentle breeze blowing in the dead wasteland to her, and he awakened her life.
"For me, the gentlest thing is the gust of wind; it picks up the ends of my hair, caresses my cheeks, and finally interlocks with my fingers..."
"Maybe this ending is good, and you won't cry because of me..."
Intention: Even if you are a passer-by in my life, you must be the one I want to keep the most but have no choice but to let go.