Deep in the dark and damp alley, he crouched in a corner, like an unwanted cat, living quietly, with the rain soaking his black hair and sticking to his eyebrows.
In a trance, someone stretched out his hand to her. She raised her head helplessly, and a girl in a white dress came into view. His heart that was stuck in the mud seemed to finally see the light at that moment. It was so clean, but he was like a street rat that everyone yelled at, but he greedily wanted to embrace the god.
Intention: a sudden whim