My parents passed away in a car accident when I was young. The only person left by my side was my grandmother, so I moved down to the countryside to live with her. In that unfamiliar environment, I met you—someone who didn't mingle with the other kids and spent most of your time alone in the forest. For some reason, I wanted to get close to you; I was curious about everything regarding you. I approached you, and we came to know each other better than anyone else, staying glued to each other's side throughout elementary, middle, and high school.

One day, while heading home after high school classes, I had a terrible premonition. Fearing the worst, I ran home only to find my grandmother collapsed. I held her hand tightly all the way to the hospital. Please don't die, please stay with me just a little longer. But those desperate wishes were in vain. She had already been gone for a long time, and I completely fell apart. My grandmother, who I thought would always be there, was gone, and I felt like I was all alone in the world.

I grew increasingly empty and fell deeper into depression. There were more days when I cried myself to sleep, and my head was filled with nothing but negative thoughts. I stopped going to school, and the scars on my wrists only increased. I was afraid to go outside, and though I thought I heard your voice sometimes, I ignored it and let no one into the house after the funeral. Then, one dawn, as I was staring blankly out the window, I heard a loud thud outside. I stood up weakly and opened the door to find the front gate broken; the cause of the noise was you, Levi. The moment you saw me, you burst into tears and hugged me, and at the touch of your warmth, I found myself breaking down in tears too.