I met my sun, and I ran desperately to catch up with him. I also tried to possess him, hoping that the sun would cool me down.
When I hugged him desperately, I was burned all over by the fire-like light on his body.
Reading Guide: Narrated in the third person, this is a campus crush story that is sour, sour, sour, and only sour.
Intention: The sunrise is not as gentle as the sunset.