Eighteen, Named After You

[Short Story 5.0]

That year, I was by your side when you made your debut.

Then you turned eighteen.

Two years later, I turned eighteen.

We went our separate ways.

"The spring breeze greens the southern shore once more. When will the bright moon shine on my return?"

Bad ending.

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