The line of your legs peeking from under your skirt... the feel of bare skin hidden at the hem... the sight of sheer underwear showing through... your chest still just beginning to swell... a cheap rubber band holding your ponytail... your pure, delicate nape... the shy smile on your face... You, listening to the sound of footsteps echoing across the schoolyard... the look on your face as you grab the chain-link fence, somehow joyful... I'd been watching your back every day after school, as routine as breathing. But one day, I saw it—the look on your face in an empty, dim classroom, no one around... a sad expression... Today, tomorrow, the day after—life unchanged, yet somehow different. Amid these hazy days, you struggling desperately just to survive... the usual sunset I see on my way home... you notice the light, blinking softly. Hoping today might someday become "that day"... and then, running back to school—that day... Back then, with a schoolgirl in uniform...