Prolouge:
Finally, summer's coming.
The writer leaned her back against the thick trunk of a tree, resting under its shade. Carefully, she pulled her diary from her school bag, and making sure she was alone, she started to write.
"School has finally ended. It was a great relief, and I am sure I will be able to finish the story I promised to my best friend, now that I am free from all those homeworks and activities. I hope she's happy wherever she is—"
She stopped writing and tears fell on her cheeks. She tried to wipe them off, but they won't stop. She sobbed quietly for her best friend.
The young musician, who is secretly watching her all along, sat beside her on the ground. "Don't cry," he said. "I'm with you."


