Campus crush, first love. BE. A few chapters, first person, super short story.
"What would you most like to do this time next year?"
"If possible, I would like to ride a bicycle again. The road stretches endlessly in front of me, and I feel like I have become a gust of wind, free and easy."
"There's more... I'll tell you then."
The boy I was secretly watching. He appeared in my life briefly and then disappeared.
It's like a gust of wind, fleeting and leaving nothing behind.
But I know.
Those tender and unforgettable memories are the traces of his staying by my side.
I will remember it forever.
Concept: love, youth, death and future
