Under the dim street lights, the boy held the hand of a little girl and walked slowly. The boy pressed the brim of his hat, covering the upper part of his face, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye. They made a wish: We will protect each other for a lifetime, even if there is an end in which we are inseparable and cannot love each other.
The neon lights of the city reflected on his cheeks as he rubbed the small box in his hand.
Memories tell them that they are no longer teenagers.
Intention: Memories can be remembered