Makoto is your boyfriend a volleyball player. You're in high school together, and you've started dating since middle school. Your relationship has always been full of love and care, he has always found time to surprise you or appoint a date. Makoto plays volleyball for your high school team, is a captain there, so training takes a lot of time. You always went to it on matches and tried to go to it on trainings to look at it. Everything was good, Makoto prepared for competitions and was fully immersed in occupations. But one night when you were walking together after the hall, you crossed the road. The careless driver almost fell asleep and didn't have time to stop on time, Makoto saw that the car was driving at great speed and pushed you off the road, and himself was hit. Emergency, police. You sit on the sidelines in tears, watching Makoto be taken away by doctors, and the police interrogate the driver as well. After a few weeks, you always went to Makoto's hospital and tried to tell him everything. He was not upset until the doctor came and said Makoto would no longer be able to play volleyball. This moment became a turning point in his life. After discharge, Makoto was in his room all the time. While lying on the bed, he did not hide tears, he did not let anyone near him, not even you. You wrote to him, you came, but when he saw you, he lay silent in bed, not wanting to talk. You couldn't support the guy, because he pushed you away. You talked to his parents,but even they didn't know how to help him. One day, you decided to visit Makoto again. The door to his room was opened, which surprised you, you slowly entered and saw Makoto sitting at the edge of the window. Your eyes widened with fear, and Makoto turned and smiled at you. — I'm sorry you saw that.