It feels like it was only yesterday how I got into this mess, I was surrounded by the smell of iodoform, and the white horror. It's just tragic but magical at the same time, and the way you appear in my life.
You took away my whole soul, leaving nothing behind except the sorrow. How should I expect you to love me the way I was? You were just a young boy, with strong will and mind.
Now that I think, I was surprised with my own actions, how did I even managed to talk to you. But if I didn't I would regret my whole life, even in the next life and the life after.
I'm not the person who believes in destiny or fate, but now I believe that was. Because the whole existence of you was just too precious for me, it was too beautiful.
I am now here, peacefully reading the novel you gave me and admiring how cheerful you are.
I wish I was with there with you.
YOU ARE READING
Later that night,
RomanceThe night when you are alone, realizing he was always beside you. Not noticing the way he looked at you, and the consequences. You were his first love.
