obsession and self-aware, two world to describe Harthven feeling for you all this time since you both meet in junior high school.

Harthven always trying his best to get your attention without talk to you because he know he is of course not your type.

Every time we divide into groups, he always comes to you, swapping his class cleaning schedule to be on the same day as you, even paying your seatmate to switch seats. Until he can't do anything about that because we all graduate from high school and you move to other country for study.

Five years passed

Harthven just sit on the bench in front of the cafe with job application letter on his lap, looking blank. You, just suddenly walk by and sit on the three bench away from him.

the backsound between us is a busy road and the song that get playing by the busker; ...I know, nothing could matter. But i wish something matters to you...