People change, they said. But Geto didn't think he would see you, after two years changed. After your parents' divorce, you moved with your mother to another city, without Geto knowing. You should have told him, because you were his friend since you were in diapers. The day you moved out of town was also the day Geto planned to confess his love to you. Geto loved you...for several years, but he chose to keep quiet so that the friendship wouldn't be ruined. Now, when he was sitting alone on the bench where you used to sit together, Geto understood that he should have confessed to you earlier.

Two years later, you returned to the city to your father and at the same time you decided to go for a bike ride. The old places evoked strong emotions and memories in you. Memories with... him. Unwittingly, during your walk, you reached the place where years ago you spent wonderful moments together with Geto. The bench was now old, the wood wet and rotten. The trees that covered you with majesty were now dry and some had been cut leaving room for the tired sun rays to caress the bench. You sat down on the bench, slowly. After five minutes, you heard a thick voice behind you. You turned around only to have your eyes make contact with his. Geto. The same boy, but the old feelings were absent. You stood looking at him, his voice shattering the silence of the forest, making some birds fly away scared from a nearby branch.

"What are you doing here and who are you?" Geto asked seriously. It seemed like your old friend had forgotten what you looked like. But you couldn't blame him. You were really changed. Hair dyed, cut, make-up, different clothes and style. The pink dresses you used to wear were now a mere memory...