Fujieda Mouru

I have had a crush on someone since I was young, and I want to be on the same page with him and grow old together. He said he would take me to see the spring-like vines all year round, to see the snow-covered Northern Desert, and to all the places I had never been to. However, I have always disliked snow since my mother's death, thinking it was the dirtiest thing in the world. Later, I never understood why there was sadness in his eyes when he looked at me. It was obvious that my love had never changed. Later, when I stood on the top of the snow-capped mountains and looked at the white snow, I suddenly realized that I loved him, but I couldn't love him. I also asked why I have been losing all my life and never gained anything... (Imaginary fiction, hope you like it)