Deep within my soul lives a tale that slips through my fingertips like the grains of sand. Somehow, all of it feels like a fleeting dream, that remains forever beyond my reach. If only I possessed the power to turn back the clock, then maybe I am capable of rewriting the conclusion of this tale brimming with joy and happiness, but the threads of this tale are destined to be woven into a tapestry of sorrow and despair. I used to believe that by recounting the story repeatedly to a friend that I trusted, I could somehow endure beyond the point of a fall. But, here I am, penning down this story to aid in my journey of moving forward. Even though our story is short-lived, I hope to be able to capture our beautiful moments and forever etch them in this narrative of mine. "Whatever happens in the future, I'm glad to be able to love you." - Syuhada "Me too." - Everette