I met Bourne in the summer when I was 17 years old.
The starry sky, bonfires, fireworks, and the hoarse chirping of cicadas that have reached the end, together with the boy with light maroon eyes in the memory, are melted by the moist heat and will never come back.
First person subject
A very short short story
It tells the story of two teenagers in the summer when they were 17 years old.
Irresistible and sour writing
Gentle, ruthless, aggressive x Strong, stubborn, and receptive
Intention: Grow well