It’strue,you’retoblame—justlookatmeandmeonly.It’strue,youwantsomeonetohelpyou,don't you? I gently place a kiss on your drowning hands. Those faintly smiling beasts dig their nails into you until their hearts are refreshed, and now your skirt is uneven. A scream that seemed as though it cut off the silence of summer echoes through the classroom, in the window is the blue sky. Of course, you'remyfriend,sotakemyhand.Ofcourse,you’regone,andI’vegotnowheretogo.Ifwewereabletoloveeachotherinthattransparentworld.Itrepeatsagain;Aflashback,thebuzzingcicadas...Andyou,whowillnevercomeback.Ourmatchingkeychainsarebeingtornapartforalleternity.Thegirlwiththatpalewhiteskinthatthesummergotridof,Ifind myselfwantingtobepossessedbyhersomuchitmakesmesad.Youwerejusttransparentandpointedatme.