Two lines.

Two lines.

Each line drawn from their perspective, seemingly converge into one.
Together, they formed a line.
The line has its bumps, has its share of problems, and happiness.





Now, the lines separate from each other.

Both of them, going their separate ways.
The other, without any conscious of the one who has been waiting for her.

To draw a new line requires courage, determination.
But he has none of that now.

さよなら。