Do you still remember the second time we’ve met? I had that weird red hair, wearing an old uniform and thick makeup. Me? I still remember how you stared at me like I was the lowest kind of person you have ever encountered in your life. It broke me how you made it clear that we were not living in the same world. I didn’t hate you because you were right. I knew from the very beginning that my mere existence was nothing but a big mistake to everyone. I was hoping that I was able to hide the pain behind the smile I kept the whole night.
But, Quir, do you still remember the first time we’ve met? That time when we were so young and free? I hope we could wear the same smile again as we enjoyed each other’s company.