Ten years ago, little Cyril said.
“Even if I die with you, I’m not going to marry you!”
So Adrienne’s first love seemed to be over. And one day after coming of age, Cyril regrets what he said about death.
“Why do you keep making me looking forward, you b*stard! I keep getting it wrong because of you—”
The last word fell hopelessly between the lips. Adrienne’s shaking shoulder was gently wrapped in Cyril’s hand.
“It’s not an illusion.”
“…What?”
Her childhood friend, who had been as indifferent as a stone, changed the minute she gave up everything.
