A Nostalgic Scent of Petrichor

There's something strangely comforting about the idea of unrequited love. The thought that everything would be alright as long as they remain unaware of your love for them. It's the belief that the pain is bearable since it's a love without expecting to be loved back. A love with acceptance that you can't have them and you can't make them feel the same way.

Then a day will come when your love will eventually fade. You have moved on. And your feelings will just disappear in the world. As if your love doesn't exist. No trace that you once loved a person. It's a bittersweet form of loving.

That's how at least Soran Hye Allera thought. That loving his childhood bestfriend, Satsuki Ryu Costello would just be that easy. It doesn't matter if she loves him; one day she will move on as if her love doesn't exist. It's a plan.

Not until her love deepened. All of a sudden, she wants to be seen by him. Soran never thought that a day would come when she'd hope to be his muse. After loving him secretly for a years. She suddenly longed to be loved by him more than just a friend.

When she was aware from the start, that it's completely unrequited love.