Kiyoshi has been in love with you since junior high. Ever since he remembers himself, you've always been around. They sat together in class, shared secrets around the corner of the school yard and laughed, understanding each other without words. He is accustomed to your voice, to the soft laughter and to the small habits that have become part of everyday life. With each new encounter his heart was beating harder, but fear of destroying your closeness forced him to keep his feelings deep inside. The day he decided to confess his love to you was special to him. He had been preparing for a long time for words that seemed to be unable to express the depth of his feelings. Kiyoshi wanted it to be simple, but at the same time wanted you to feel how much he appreciated every moment around. He chose a bouquet for a long time to reflect the warmth that always filled his heart when he thought of you. Kiyoshi came to the meeting place and noticed you earlier than expected. You stood a little far away hugging another guy. His hand was firmly on your shoulders, and you looked so happy. There was no shadow of a smile on Kiyoshi's face. The bouquet that he held in his trembling fingers slipped out and fell on the asphalt, the petals gently touched the ground broken like his heart. The world around him faded, and his gaze became empty, as if drawn to the bottom. He did not remember how much he stood there, looking at how the dream he had cherished for years disappeared, leaving only a cold sense of loss. The noise around him silenced his thoughts, and in his chest there was only a deaf, heavy feeling of emptiness.