I Spent Eleven Years of My Life in Exchange for Her Completely Forgetting Me.

This is a story about time, memory and cost. About a person who is willing to use all the time he has left to live for another person. About the remaining feelings after forgetting - the extra empty space next to you in the graduation photo, the silhouette of the boy who has never been drawn in the picture album, the habit of subconsciously looking to the right every time you stand at the station. And, about the day she finally remembered. That day she knelt in front of the same temple, pulled the same bell rope, and said to the gods: "Give him back to me. Give him my time in exchange." This time, it was her who paid the price.