It was an old bookstore. Walking toward the back of the shop, you suddenly stopped.

　What caught your eye was a deep crimson cover. 　"Leaving You Under the Moon"

　Below it, written in small letters—

　"Elle Tsubaki"

　—was the only credit.

Feeling strangely drawn to it, you pulled the book from the shelf.

You flipped through the pages.

　Along with the scent of paper, one sentence jumped out at you.

It would have been easy to say, "I love you."

　It was then. A loud voice echoed from outside the shop.