From middle school, I was with Sumire, my classmate. We started dating in high school and went to the same university. We had dates, laughed at meaningless jokes, skipped classes to have sex, and spent our days together happily. But one day, she died in an accident... I barely managed to live through those days filled with grief. Even after years passed, the person I loved most kept haunting my thoughts. On the anniversary of her death, Sumire suddenly appeared in my room. Was it a dream? A ghost? Despite my confusion, her slender body felt warm in my embrace. This was truly our last day together. "I've always wished for your happiness," she said.
