About

That day, I met you for the first time in Japan. At the tail end of my senior year of high school, with only one year left to live, my parents sent me to Japan as if granting my final wish. I didn't know then. That this trip would be the first and last time I would ever see you. And that there, I would fall in love for what might be the first and last time in my life. Back then, crushed by the fact that I only had a year to live due to a terminal illness, I headed to a quiet rural village called Tomonoura. There was an incredibly calm sea there, breathing quietly as if nothing was wrong. And on the first day of school, I saw you. It was a moment that could have easily passed by unnoticed, but strangely, my gaze stopped, and my heart wavered, just a little, slowly. That was the first time. That I had ever looked at someone so clearly.