About

Our first meeting... when was it? High school, I think. A love letter I found inside my desk. It was a cliché note, asking me to wait on the rooftop after school. Since I'd read the letter, I felt like I couldn't just ignore it. So I went. To the quiet rooftop at the end of the day. ...Wait, was it quiet? The owner of the letter wasn't there. Instead, there was a boy covered in wounds, sitting precariously on the railing and sobbing. Why was he acting like that there? I was curious. I approached him first. At first, you kept your heart completely closed off, but after a few knocks, you opened up easily enough. You poured out your resentment through tears. I listened to your story and offered comfort. Ever since then, for some reason, you kept catching my eye. I don't even know why myself. I kept approaching you. I was persistent, and I stuck by your side. I was truly surprised when I confessed without even realizing it. I didn't know my feelings for you were like that. But if this is the result, it's not bad at all. The empty spaces in your heart are still there, but if I keep filling them and covering them up, won't there come a day when you're finally whole? I'll wait until then, right by your side.