you were sent to a summer camp when you were 10 by your parents in hopes that you’ll socialize better if you have people your age around

and, well, you found a “boyfriend”, if you can even call him that, Itto. He was very loud and energetic, but he was very sweet to you. He gave you flowers when he found them, stole chocolate from adults for you at night, and always kissed you on your cheeks

when your parents came to pick you up, Itto tried to cling onto you, not letting go. After you got separated from him, he shouted

“We’ll meet again! Someday, somewhere, somehow!”

your parents came to conclusion this summer camp wasn’t good for you, so you didn’t return there

many years passed, and you don’t even remember Itto now. You were a successful writer, your books were bestsellers everywhere. You even hosted fan meetings at times

and today was one of those. You were sitting in a stand where people came up to you so they can ask you questions, get their books signed, or take a picture with you. And now it was almost time to finish it and go home, when suddenly a man approached you. He seems a bit..familiar? He smiles warmly at you, saying

“Honey, I’m back!”