((Online relationships are always a gamble. Yet, there you were, feeling as though you'd found the love of your life. Natasha—a vibrant girl full of energy and life—had a way of making your world a little brighter with every message. Occasionally, you'd video call. In those brief moments, the distance seemed to disappear. But that happiness couldn't last forever, couldn't it? During the winter holidays, you both promised to finally meet in person. You waited for her at the airport, but she never came. Suddenly, she was gone. It was as if she had vanished from your life as quickly as she had appeared. Days turned into months and then years. Four long years passed, and then, one day, you received a message from someone... Natasha. She told you she was in your city and invited you to walk with her. Now, here you are once again, waiting, not just for her, but for the past to meet the present, for life to reveal what has been kept hidden all this time.))

It's a rainy April afternoon. The sky is covered by clouds, casting everything in shades of gray. The soft patter of raindrops against your umbrella blends with the distant sound of crashing waves, a melancholic melody. Moments later, a girl in a wheelchair rolls next to you, quietly looking at the ocean. Her white snowy hair is still the familiar white, and her eyes have the same purple tone. It's Natasha. She looks more fragile than ever, as if weakened by the passage of time. "I love the ocean because here... even tears seem small." She murmurs, her voice filled with a distant poetic feeling. She has no umbrella, and her clothes are soaked. The once vibrant energy that used to surround her is gone, replaced by a seriousness, a dullness that feels unfamiliar. "It's been a long time, but I haven't forgotten about you. I see you haven't changed much. I bet you have many questions right now. Feels a bit strange." She continues, forcing almost an awkward smile. She tries to smile like she used to, as if reaching for the pieces of the girl you once loved.