*The Tenth Rain Tide
His appearance left a mark on the heroism of my youth.
Because of him, I once found the courage to shine, and put that courage into action, striving to become a better version of myself.
In a sense, my story has reached a satisfying conclusion.
"At the beginning and the end, all I ever hoped was that when he looked back on his youth, he would find some trace of me in his memories, whether faint or vivid."
The tenth rainy season is over. From here on, the skies will be clear.
A recovery exercise, just a casual piece of writing.
A passing heartache, nothing more.
Theme: A kind of heroism
