Lydia's POV

　　Sitting on the bench, under the moonlight and the streetlight from the roads, I am completely drowned in my thoughts. The impression I had of Jose, years of admiration for him...all of that had shifted radically. To the worst side of it. I've found nothing good about my idol.

　　Somewhere in my heart, I was convinced that I was a failure. I couldn't even make the right choice and see through the facade of the seemingly perfect sportsman. Grace was ...