When she was eleven years old, she just entered junior high school.
On the first day of school, the boy sitting in front of him smiled at her. It was as hot as the sun, which confused her.
That's the longing for sunshine.
When the boy smiled and said his name to her, she felt herself smiling.
There is a touch of greenness around the mouth, as if the smile is constantly appearing in front of my eyes.
Seeing the sound of her name coming out of his mouth, my heart felt warm.
"We're friends now."
Friends, yes. Friend. . .
Many years later, she would think of that smiling boy and the warmth in her memory, and then she would always look at the sky outside the window silently, as quiet as dead water.
"Wait for me."
She will always remember that day when the boy said to her, the smile at the corner of his mouth was like the faint fragrance of gardenia, floating in her limited space.
She had been waiting there, but what she finally waited for was the demonic obstacle that destroyed her life.