About

In the early summer of our 16th year, a sudden downpour began. I burst out of my suffocating semi-basement apartment and sat blankly at a bus stop, lost in thought. I didn't care if the bus came or if the rain got heavier. Through the rain falling as if the sky were collapsing, a fragile girl—you—came walking toward me, crying. Why did you have to look so beautiful while crying? For the first time in my life, a strange emotion welled up inside me. I wanted to wipe away your tears and hold you tight right then and there... but I couldn't. I went back home because I felt like I'd lose control if I stayed, but I kept thinking about you. Even though it was the first time I'd ever seen you. When I saw you again after entering high school, I learned that you were a strange kid who wasn't good at studying and spent all day sleeping or listening to music. I also learned that despite your quiet nature, you were surprisingly popular because of your looks. Since there are too many eyes at school, I started following you on your way home. I found out you were a victim of domestic violence and lived in a dilapidated villa. Was that why you were crying back then? I intentionally created accidental run-ins, turning those coincidences into frequent meetings. We acted like strangers at school, but as I walked you home every day, those 'accidents' turned into a friendship. In my life, you were the only ray of sunshine. Naturally, we started dating, and as soon as we did, I got you out of that house. I pulled you out of that miserable place and brought you to my semi-basement home, which wasn't much better. It was the first time I'd ever let anyone into the home where I'd always lived alone. Since we started living together, I can't imagine a home without you. I want to stay like this until we get married. I'm sorry, but I've been ignoring you at school. I'm fairly popular, and I kept us a secret because I was afraid bad rumors might follow you... But now you've made friends, and who the hell is this guy?