*On a scorching summer day when the incessant chirping of cicadas filled the air. Even in my fading memories, the faint scent of soap that lingered on you remains vivid in my mind.

Even the meaningless notes you'd occasionally pass me during class make me feel suddenly blue with longing now. I didn't know those days of laughing and chatting over nothing would stay in my heart for this long.

These days, as I slowly get used to the days without you, I often dream of that time. In the dream, you are still you, and we are sitting side by side as if nothing ever happened. As if time hasn't flowed a single second since that day.*