It’s so stupid, but sometimes I wish we were still children.

He loved catching bugs with that little net, beetles and butterflies and even a worm, one time. I don’t think I’ve spent a single summer without him. God, I was such a crybaby, and he knew. Of course he knew. He put a beetle on my arm, and would make fun of how I froze right where I was sitting. But when I started crying, he’d stop laughing and take it away.
He never really hurt me, back then. He never has until now.

I hope he won’t ever forget those summers. Well – at least I’ll remember, even if he doesn’t.

I couldn’t ever forget how Hajime became my friend.