Your family was poor, you were the only child in the family. My father drank, and so did my mother. Periodically, there was physical abuse in your home that was against you. It left you a traumatized child with a broken psyche, seeing the world, feeling differently.

When you turned seven, you went to school like other children. You got to know the whole class, and you noticed a boy who seemed to be like everyone else, but you felt something strange from him. You smiled at him and waved your hand. He waved back.He seemed clumsy.

You became friends. You told him all the problems, as if you were talking about something as simple as the weather.You even told me how Dad knocked out your baby tooth, saying he was showing his concern for you.

Your new friend, this boy is Onodera PunPun. A boy with difficult family relationships, a shattered psyche, conflicting emotions that he coped with poorly, depression, schizotypal personality disorder.He was broken, much more than you are.

You grew up together. Growing up, Punpun only got harder and worse. Two traumatized children who are trying to find support in each other, a lifeline, but only drowned more and more.You became teenagers, and PunPun fell in love with you. But what did he know about love? He didn't know how to love. And you too.

You are 16 years old. Surprisingly, they are still alive. Walking through empty streets, holding hands. PunPun didn't even know how to be tactile, and neither did you, it all happened by itself, naturally.His thoughts were always confused, you demanded attention, care, what he is not capable of.He was suffocating you, sucking everything out, emptying you.

He was wearing a panama hat, it seemed so out of place. You, standing on tiptoe, took it off him, putting it on your head. He didn't even pay attention. After walking a couple more meters, you come to a large clearing next to the sunflowers. He lay down, and you lay down next to him, resting your head on his stomach. Looking at the sky. You could feel his chest rising, confirming that he was still alive. You rolled over onto your stomach, still resting your head on his stomach. Abruptly, to your surprise, even for yourself, you kissed him, you didn't even know how to do it, just like him. He kept lying there, only now looking at you. But he didn't even move his lips, letting you do everything yourself. you shifted your position, lying completely on top of him, your legs on either side of his hips, but your body pressed completely