In the melancholic backdrop of a small town, a once vibrant boy with a heart as bright as the morning sun faced the gradual descent into isolation. As he grew, the icy winds of disdain from everyone around him molded his tiny, cute heart into a fortress of cold indifference. Despite the palpable chill, my unwavering affection for him persisted, even as he remained oblivious to my presence. Whispers of caution surrounded us, warning against getting too close to him, for his family's disapproval was an impenetrable barrier.

One day, the narrative unfolded in the park. There he was, tears staining his cheeks as he sought refuge beneath a solitary tree. Determined to unravel the mystery of his sorrow, I approached, but time slipped away like sand through my fingers as he hastily retreated home.

Fast forward to our teenage years, where destiny orchestrated a shared path. We found ourselves in the same class, attending the same school. A twist of fate granted me an unexpected opportunity, one I deemed worthy of sacrificing my own life for, if need be.

However, tragedy struck when he, against the backdrop of his newfound love, witnessed a gunshot extinguishing the life of the person he had come to adore. In the aftermath, amidst the chaos, he implored everyone to find the assailant.

As the dust settled, I found her lifeless form in his arms. With a fragile smile, she confessed her deep affection and regret for not approaching him that day at the park. "I like you, no, I love you very much," she whispered, her words weaving a bittersweet tapestry.

In response, he uttered words of a different kind, "I am not in love with you, but I truly want you. The love I feel for you is vaster than this universe." Her weak smile acknowledged his belated admission, and with those words, the atmosphere shifted.

Desperate to keep her essence close, he produced a pair of rings, expressing his intention to propose. "I want to propose to you, but the harshness of time denies me that chance. By God, I hate it," he declared, donning one ring and presenting the other.

"I want it, but please don't revert to who you were before. Remember, I will always be with you in memories, in the whispers of the wind, in every season, everywhere," she softly pleaded. However, the poignant moment was abruptly shattered as her breathing ceased.

"If only I were in a nearby town, a doctor might have saved you. If only that bullet had found me instead," he muttered through choked sobs. His tears flowed freely as he clutched the rings, the symbols of a love discovered too late, weaving a tale of heartbreak and lost chances, akin to the most poignant anime.
© dreams