You...

You.

He is still looking for you. Sometimes I pretend that I don't see it. But... Sometimes it goes out of control. There is no point in blaming him. Didn't you disappear without saying anything to anyone?

Wasn't I there to solve any problem of yours that you were only talking about? But still. Today I am not alone. He is with me to smile at the stars in the dark light of the moon. That rose flower is still withered. But he does not care about it...