My childhood friend, whom I loved, was in my father’s arms… My dad and I had gone to visit the rural town where our former neighbors—a family we used to be close with—had moved. …The reason was that I’d heard through the grapevine that her father had passed away. Yet, despite that, I was foolishly excited at the thought of seeing our neighbor, Nagisa, again after so long… Yes, I’d always had feelings for Nagisa, my childhood friend who had looked up to me and called me “big brother” ever since we were kids.