He was the light that was out of reach for her but still harbored a trace of delusion. For countless trance-like moments, she fantasized about a future with him. In the end, she was the only one who silently crushed her obsession and allowed the little bits of lovesickness to spread until she never saw her again. Afterwards, everything was fine everywhere, but it was no longer easy to find the so-called us.
Every little bit of him supported her night after night, year after year.
Intention: growth