Orangia

The unchanging me and the seemingly unchanging her. Sometimes I even wonder if our unchanging lives are heading for a mundane end. However, the cold reality always pierces the fragile dream. Just like both of our daily routines, we were slowly swept into the storm. She was the first friend I ever met in my life, the first person who was willing to commit her heart to me. By the time I truly realized the weight of her in my heart, all remedies were long gone. "If only I had been braver then." "If only I had confessed everything back then." However, regret and self-reproach can not change the reality of the slightest. Through the boundless fog, into the misty dream. When I first touched the truth of everything. Where will it all lead?