I still remember the day I first met her. It's so vivid in my memory, it feels like it was just yesterday. That was also the day I left a confession letter to Ethan.

Flashback

I caught my breath after reaching the art gallery, glancing at my wristwatch. I was on time. Ethan would come today, it was an art exhibition. The last time I talked to him was when I saved the cat, three weeks ago. Before coming here, I left a confession letter on his seat while his whole class went downstairs for ...