At first we were afraid of everything, and the palms of our hands would sweat even if we touched them lightly.
"Wait for me." You let go of my right hand and rushed onto the runway. Your back was blurred by the sunlight. Standing on the lawn, I couldn't help but look at you.
The long ponytail sways from side to side behind your back, spring molecules shuttle through your hair, and the warm fragrance.
I stretched out my hand to grab your tiny figure on the other side of the runway. The sunlight bloomed around my fist, and the shouts behind me suddenly became extraordinarily hazy, like in a movie.
"Are you really motionless?" Your bangs stuck to your temples and you looked at me with a smile, which made my heart become chaotic.
Your arm went through the dull shoulder-length hair behind me and rested on my right shoulder. Every time I went up a flight of stairs, the fragrance of spring came out of my shirt, and I had no choice but to hold my breath.
This is my secret.
You look at me with a puzzled expression, and it feels like a piece is missing in my heart.
This is our secret.
In the small equipment room, you looked into my eyes as if you wanted to speak.
This is a secret only you know.
Someone pushed open the door and entered, but you wanted to say nothing; through your back, I saw through your secret - you had the same thoughts as me.
I just had to hold my breath, hold my breath.
Concept: Brave love in youth and mutual support between women.