It was midsummer and it rained heavily that day.
I sat on the table as if nothing had happened, my legs shaking constantly, and I looked at the people around me from time to time.
I was wearing a red dress and looked out of place in the crowd.
Because they were all dressed in black.
Maybe it's to enhance my protagonist's aura?
As I was thinking this, a person suddenly came into the hall.
Like everyone else, he was dressed in formal clothes, but the tie on his chest had been torn off by him, and he had to be helped by others when he walked.
I clicked my tongue, and the man walked toward me tremblingly but unswervingly.
I saw the tears on his face.
When he saw me, his clear eyes became blurry again, and tears burst into his eyes. I was startled by him.
What a strange person. I muttered and slipped away from him.
I don't look scary at all, but I scared him to tears.
The moment I stepped out of the door, I stopped and looked back, but he didn't look at me.
I was determined to catch this man.
We did get together after that, but then he disappeared.
Like light, fleeting.
So far, I have never seen him again
Intention: Regret lives in memory