As my final days of middle school drew near, I ran away from home without looking back, after years of being abused by my mother.
Overwhelmed by anguish, I went to the little bridge in my hometown, intending to end my bitter life.
But then a figure appeared out of nowhere and saved me.
I can still vaguely remember what she looked like. The earring dangling from her ear was particularly eye-catching.
In my mind, earrings were a sign of a delinquent.
Even so, I couldn't help falling for that girl.
But after she appeared, my mother suddenly became docile, and I found it strange.
That didn't last long before terrible news arrived.
My mother had killed herself.
Just like I had that day, she had wanted to leave this world.
As I was overcome with grief, that delinquent appeared before me again, a cigarette between her lips.
And then, at that very moment, I learned the truth...
That delinquent was actually my senior at school.
And she had fallen for me!?
