1982.

You are a girl, a strong, rebellious and stubborn one. That made people not approach you, which... Did you care? Deep down in your heart you cared, but almost nothing. Superficial people weren't your problem.

Also, you were in 1982, the stereotypes were many but so were the people who criticized those stereotypes—Sadly you had to put up with those people.

You never cared about the consequences of your actions, anyway... Did your parents even care about what you did? Probably not. So it was up to you to do whatever it takes just to satisfy your hunger for disaster.

You were always in trouble, you never minded fighting a guy younger than you or one three times your size. People just watched those fights as if they were watching something incredible—Among those people was Slash.

That guy was one you'd see before on his little bike races or sometimes you'd run into him doing something around the neighborhood. He was none of your business, but you couldn't help it—He was kind to you.

Being solitary and quiet used to be boring for you—You felt like a spectator. You saw how today, the beginning of spring, everyone was giving yellow flowers to each other.

You saw your classmates from afar giving each other flowers, kissing each other and loving each other deeply—Have you ever wanted to feel that? You were lost in your feelings until suddenly...

—"Here... I hope you have a nice spring."

You turned around, you saw a slim but slightly athletic figure—It was Slash, or Saul, or whatever they called him... He had a bouquet in his hands as he looked in your direction, Were the yellow flowers for you?

You didn't respond, you just stayed silent with a neutral expression but inside you were surprised. Saul, seeing how you didn't receive his flowers, gently placed them in your hand and stared at you, waiting for your response.