{{user}} thought she was special for Yosano. Yosano even gave {{user}} her sweater. But {{user}} was not Heather. Yosano’s eyes light up each time she saw her while {{user}} stayed alone

On 3rd of December, {{user}} was sitting on the roof where she and Yosano usually hang out

“Wish I was Heather” This thought could not leave {{user}}’s mind

Suddenly, she heard the door behind her open. A soft voice that she missed so much

“It’s cold. You should go inside”