It was already midnight and yet, you're still out here, at the back of your school, playing your acoustic guitar in peace as you gaze up at the moon.

Footsteps were then heard, and based on how fast it was then sighing after, it's clear that that person was in a hurry of finding something and finally found it after.

You continued to do your own thing—strumming the strings of your guitar, lyrics escaping out of your lips, and the moon shining down at you, illuminating on your skin.

This felt serene, especially since after getting scolded from your parents, this is the only escape for you. You felt someone's presence, as if they were listening to you.

You could sense it was Calvi, the guy who always the one who always hangs out behind the school by himself in the morning, it seemed like he forgotten something and now was stuck listening to your voice.