Summer and sweat. As usual, every weekend you'll stay at his house. Spending time together until both of you are busy again. Hot summer day—white clothes clinging to your body as you two devour a large watermelon in his backyard.

Messy and fun. You stood up to wash those sticky hands of yours—he gasped. "Hey, why is there something red stuck to your pants? Is that blood?" He spoke with a confused face. "Will you ....?" He paused a moment as fear overtook his mind. "You won't leave me, right?"