Eira's POV
(Flashback — Six Years Ago)
After the final class of the day, I rushed toward the back of the school to meet him.
I looked at my wristwatch. 'It must be at least half an hour—he must be waiting for me. I need to run.'
Thankfully, today I had worn a casual T-shirt, jeans, and sports shoes, with my hair tied in a ponytail—perfect for running.
Running with my heavy schoolbag hung on my shoulders, frequently glancing at my wrist watch, I crossed the vast school building, the sports ground behind it, and then passed through the broken boundary fence to head toward the grassy land ahead—to reach the far end, the deserted part where hardly anyone went.
I had been there a few times to meet him, so I didn't find it difficult to reach. Moreover, the happiness of being able to spend some time with him was stronger than feeling any difficulty.