When he returned, night had fallen.
I didn't even realize the day passed.
But I knew that I couldn't stay like this anymore.
I needed to confirm whether he still remembered me or not.
So, in front of his apartment's door, I placed the one thing I always carried with me.
The two figurines—me and Varian were dressed in casual clothes. The black-haired boy and the brown-haired girl held hands and smiled brightly.
Our faces, our clothes, and our smiles—they were all real.
I looked at the gift again, and I couldn't help but grip it tighter.
When I was at my lowest, when I wished for death, this…this little thing kept me going.
This small gift wouldn't sell for much on the market, but even if it could buy me planets, I would never sell it.
It was the symbol of our relationship.
I cherished it with my life.
So, I was nervous when I placed the figurines at the doorstep. To be precise, I put them at eye level on the door.
