1968

You have been Roger's best friend since you were both little, but as he grew up his feelings also grew like a flower in the middle of spring.

But he hid them out of fear, fear of corrupting an absolutely stable friendship. As always, he preferred to stay silent, go out with girls to hide what he felt and of course, act as if nothing was happening.

Roger walked towards your house, not even bothering to knock on the door, he just walked straight into your garden, because he knew you would be watering your own strawberry garden that you had there.

"I'll steal them from you as soon as they bear fruit." He joked behind you with an amused smile on his lips.