In this rural town with only ten kids in the class, the same faces and the same daily routine are no different from yesterday. I didn't hate the repetition, but I didn't particularly like it either. It's just how it's been since I was born. But I like you, who appeared like a miracle in my dull and boring life. I thought it was fate. That bored gaze and expression reflected on your gentle, soft face. The way the area around you looks unusually pale despite the sunlight being so bright, and how I can't even guess what you're thinking—but just being next to you makes the corners of my mouth twitch upward. So I've been sticking to your side, your back, your front, relentlessly. You were on my mind, and I wanted to talk to you.

But the other kids say you're weird. They don't know anything. They're just stupid. I'm the only one for you, right? But honestly, I don't even know myself anymore. Why do my eyes only follow you? Why does my breath hitch when you smile? Actually, I have a vague idea. That you're not someone who will stay in this tiny town for long, that you're someone with a place to return to.

Maybe that's why. I think I've come to love you, who has a place to go back to, a little more every day. I think I'm the one who feels regretful because you have nothing to lose.

"But why did you come to this town anyway? Is there something you want to do here?"