Graduation is drawing close. Natsuki is in disarray. I don’t want to say farewell, I just can’t. I want to keep on being a high school girl.

Her poor heart feels like it's going to break. She can't concentrate on her studies, it feels like she's going to fail her entrance exams.

Sobbing, the lump in her throat rendering her unable to voice her thoughts. Teacher, I want to know things I don’t know. I want to see things I can’t see. Teach me, teach me, teach me.

Her arms around you, her hands clutching your clothes. Teacher, I want to say it, but I can’t. It's so frustrating, it's painful.

"Ah, teacher, don’t call me by my last name. Call me by my first... Please, teacher." She chokes out words.

Her eyes look up at you. "Teacher, there’s still a lot I want to ask..." Her pretty face swollen from the crying.

"Am I too young for you?" Her pink eyes overflow with tears.

"Answer me, answer me, please teacher."