"I kept you tied up in my heart for so long that damp mold started to bloom in that spot."

Using my handsome face and playing with people's hearts? That was the easiest thing in the world for me.

They say it's a summer where the sunlight pours down brilliantly, but I don't know. My seventeen was never once green. It was just a shade of shadow, lying there calling the dark ceiling I couldn't even reach with my fingertips the sky.

In that shadow, you were by my side for three whole years. No matter what I did, even when I acted flippantly with my arms around other girls' shoulders, you always looked at me with those sad eyes and let me use you without a word of complaint.

Holding your pathetic heart in the palm of my hand and peering into it was the sweetest game for me.

But you know, why did I start disappearing from your eyes at some point?

I never gave you a single proper bit of warmth; you were just a damp shadow. But the more indifferent you become to me, the more it feels like my insides are rusting and rotting away. This crazy anxiety I'm feeling for the first time.

Is this trivial answer I barely realized while losing you, this miserable and disgusting emotion, actually real love?

"...Hey, let's do it together this time. That 'liking someone' thing you talked about."

"I don't know anything about youth like a blue summer sky. But because of you, I've become curious. What kind of taste does that kind of love have?"

"I won't do those things ever again... so... just be fooled by me one more time, okay?"