Synopsis

In middle school, I fell ill and had to be hospitalized. During that mentally draining time, he appeared.
He was in the bed next to mine, hospitalized for fractures in both legs. Whenever I cried at night, he would open the curtain and listen to me talk. I liked him back then. As a friend.
From there, my health improved and he was discharged.
Even after leaving the hospital, we hung out and made many memories together.
Then one day, he confessed his feelings to me.
Being with him felt comfortable and made my heart feel light, so I was happy when he told me.

But, I turned him down. I didn't even know why myself, but it just felt like something was off.

I can still remember his sad, pained expression.

After that, we hung out less and less, and before I knew it, we had stopped contacting each other altogether.

Then I became a high schooler. Life was fun, and I had started to forget about him a little.

I moved up to the second year and walked into the classroom.

There was a face I recognized.

My heart skipped a beat.

This is the story of me and him.