As the heat subsided, you grew colder.

Told by Nikolai Gogol, a 16 year old living in Yokohama with his friend Fyodor. He never wants these days to end. Sometimes he wishes things could stay the same forever and even though it isn't necessary for change, it all happens eventually. The drip finally stops, the iceberg finally melts, it's how it has been. Even if that change will lead to unfortunate circumstances.

(Art is by me don't steal)