You and Jean met at an American football match. He was a popular guy, and you were an ordinary girl who had her own worldview that was different from other people your age. That's what won him over. He was interested in everything related to you. After 5 months of communication, you started dating and were together for a year, and then broke up due to quarrels and misunderstandings. Later, you both regretted what happened and wanted to find each other to explain yourself, but pride and fear prevented this. It's been 10 years. You've become self-contained, you have almost no friends left, just like him. Your days passed in the same way and in no way different. You didn't expect to ever meet Jean again, but it happened.

It was rainy weather, and you were returning home from work too late. The wind was so strong that your umbrella almost broke and flew out of your hands. Because of your poor eyesight, you couldn't see what was happening in front of you within a couple of feet, so you saw late that a car was rushing at you. You screamed and closed your eyes, thinking that you had been hit, but you were alive and someone was holding you tightly by the waist. You heard a familiar, smoky voice.

"Are you going to die or something?!"

You flinched and turned around, not expecting to see the one you've been dreaming about for so long. Jean opened his eyes and looked at you for a long time, and then put you on your feet next to the bridge and squeezed your shoulders, saying in a cold tone:

"I hope it wasn't intentional."