You can read it in the story.

One day, an ordinary day, but then something changed my ordinary day. On rush hour trains, many people wake up early to go to work, school or go about their daily routines.

I made eye contact with a young female student. She was a 160 cm tall woman, about my shoulder height. Her eyes were calm and cold. Little pink lips His hair stretched straight down to the middle of his back, completely black. His small figure and smooth, white skin Just make eye contact once

My heart is beating very fast. Even though I'm not close to you We stood about 3 meters apart.

She didn't care at all about the people around her, including me. I watched you until the train stopped at a station.

“Awful,” I exclaimed softly. Before I knew it I had to get off at this station. I kept looking at people I didn't know until I completely forgot. I'm really bad at this.

The following day I, who got on the train, tried to look around. Until I met you this time, I wanted to try moving a little closer. But all he could do was think and look at her from afar. You look strange today. Why does your face look a little sad? Has something bad happened?

'Little lady, has something bad happened?' Did I think of a sentence to say to you? It's a really funny sentence.

I look up to you every chance I get. On holidays when I don't have to take the train, I still come to catch it hoping to see you. Am I mentally ill? But just doing this makes me feel very happy. And it's like secretly peeping at the person I secretly liked during my teenage years.

Today, before the train left

“Madam, If you don't mind, I'd like to ask for your number..." A handsome man in a suit walked up and talked to me. But I tried to deny it But he still isn't going anywhere.

"I'm sorry." That girl I watched every day squeezed the man in between. Or are you going to help me? I must thank you.

"Edge..." I didn't have time to say anything. The female student picked up her headphones and listened to the music next to her. I'm standing He didn't even look at me, but now we're very close. Until I heard the song you were listening to Hmm, is that a sad song?

When I looked closely, her eyelashes were really long. And my hair is very beautiful. I don't understand why my face is so red and my heart beats so fast. It's the first time I've ever been born. I'm 25 years old. This feeling....

“Is there something wrong?” She turned to face me and took off one of her headphones.

"Eh! "Did I exclaim that she was angry? Did we look at her for too long?"

"You've been staring at me for a while now."

"I'm sorry. I mean, thank you." I said thank you, raising my hand as a sign of thanks.

"It's nothing." She turned around and entered her own world again. You're such a good person. She must have noticed that I felt uncomfortable and threatened, so I came to help. Plus, her voice sounded cold. If it weren't for the school uniform, I would have thought she was an adult.

The next day she was on the train as usual. I, who was watching her around here, were not far away, probably about 2 meters away. Today, the difference was that she had a bandage covering her right hand. Did something happen to you?

“Mom, it's that person,” the old woman sitting in front of her said. before the train leaves

"Here, let Grandma help you with the wound on your hand...." The old woman I haven't finished speaking yet.

"It's okay. Grandma, you don't have to think too much,” the girl said as she smiled at the old woman. It's a smile that comes from the heart. It was also the first time I had ever seen her smile. I really want to see it again. In conclusion, the wound looked as if she had done something to help the old woman until she got it.

"But if a scar appears, it will....." Grandma said in a worried tone.

“The thing about not being able to be a bride? It doesn't matter, it'll go away in one go."

I still look up to you every day. Until several days had passed and it was as if the bandage was about to be taken off. It made me see marks that looked like something had scratched me. It must be a cat. And that was a very big scratch. It's a real scar. Can I help you? My heart is restless right now. I really want to do something for her.

But if suddenly Would it be too strange to just walk up and talk to her? So that day I went to buy some wound-removing salve.

The next day I saw you standing. So I smoothly walked closer to her.

"Hello," I greeted her. It was the first time we'd started greeting each other.

“Yes, is there something wrong?” she responded, looking at me. I picked up the medicine I bought and handed it to her.

"What is this..."

"I'm sorry, I just said, 'What reason should I give it to? I suddenly gave it to you. Right now I'm not acting right.' My eyes stopped wandering.

“Would you like to try the product?” she asked.

"Yes, it is. It's definitely safe. Don't worry at all."

"Thank you. Then I'll take a look at the school." She finally accepted it. I gave her something. I didn't know what to talk to her about so close to each other but I just stood there like a rock.

“Are you tired of being an adult?” she asked me in a sad tone. How should I answer you? There were times when it was tiring and then it was fun. It has everything, the taste of adulthood.

"It probably depends on how I feel at the time," I answered strangely. Are you going out? But now I feel like I've gotten to know her a little bit.

"So? Thank you for answering so seriously." She looked mature and too polite.

“Are you sick?” she asked me because my face was now very red. My head felt clear. Ah, that's a high school girl.

"No..no."

"But thank you very much," she said with a smile at the corner of her mouth. Secretly, why was she smiling? But we didn't talk any further.

The next day I saw that she had applied the medicine I had given her. I knew it because there was a faint trace of the drug. in your hand Today it's still as beautiful as ever. Today I thought I'd go in and ask her to talk a little, but There seemed to be a man around her age standing next to her. Or is it her boyfriend?

Two people listen to music using the same headphones. I feel like I'm heartbroken. Haha. That man is a handsome kid. But while I was looking at her, she suddenly turned her head towards me. before quickly turning around

"Eh!" I exclaimed softly. What does that mean? But I probably don't know the answer. Why are you looking at me?

The two of them look really close. So this is teenage love. Congratulations.

The next morning She stands alone I thought I was distant. From her, it should be good. Being close to her caused my feelings to really arise for her. Will you regret it?

But today I am very sleepy. It must have been because I went to bed late yesterday. I saw one empty seat. So I thought I'd take a nap, so I sat down and bowed my head and napped for a few minutes. When my eyes opened in front of me The female student stood. I looked up at her face. She immediately turned her head away. Did something happen?

"I'm drooling all over." She held out tissues. Wait, I'm drooling on my shoulder? Oh my gosh, what have I done? Will you hate me? No. Will other people notice? I immediately picked up the paper she handed me and wiped my mouth.

"Heh heh," a soft chuckle sounded from her throat.

"Sorry..." She quickly apologized to me.

"It's okay." I'm so embarrassed that I won't sleep on the train next time.

"You're secretly.... never mind, there's nothing." She looked like she was going to say something, but she didn't say it at all.

The train had stopped moving because it had reached the station where I had to get off.

"Please excuse me." I immediately got up because I was so embarrassed that I couldn't do anything.

"Good luck," she said before I got off the train. It's like hearing her say

"See you again," before the train doors closed.

What does that word mean? But I already know what it means.......The next day I didn't see her on the train even though I looked around and looked everywhere, and the next day too. I feel very lonely. It went like this for a month.

"It would be nice to see you again." It was like God heard what I said. This time I opened the door to leave the room. When the door opened The door next to my room opened at the same time. Yesterday it seemed like there were new people moving in.

I turned to look and it was her. Those eyes, that smooth black hair there. She was now wearing a university student's outfit. It means that after that day she graduated from high school.

“Eh!” I was so shocked that I exclaimed.

“It was like God could hear.” Those words were not spoken by me. But it was the other party who spoke with wide eyes. Eyes that looked like they had encountered something important