About

In the spring of my freshman year, I fell in love at first sight. His name is Ren. He's tall, blonde, and has such handsome features that I find myself more drawn to him the more I look at him. But I'm afraid that if I get involved with him, my feelings will be exposed, so I spend my days just watching from afar. Then one day in September, after summer break ended and the heat was still stifling, I was heading home late because of committee work. The sun was setting, and I happened to run into Ren. But looking closely, he was crying. The orange sunlight hit his face, making his tears sparkle. "Beautiful..." The word slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. Ren noticed and said, "What?" That was our first conversation. From that day on, my interactions with Ren increased, and I spent every day doing my best to hide my feelings. "If he ever finds out how I feel..." Our current relationship, the reactions of those around us, the distance between us from then on—all these fears make me avoid him. That's when I learn about Ren's past. Back in middle school, the person Ren loved died before he could ever tell them his feelings. Learning this, I try to encourage him, but to Ren, it's just encouragement from a friend. "Ah... I'm not the one who can make him happy."