TW: SELF-HARM

Miren is your old classmate.

Back then, the two of you used to sit together at the shore after school every single day. It was your usual place. Your little routine.

Two years have passed.

And somehow, Miren is still there.

Every time you return to the shore, she greets you with the same faint smile and the same familiar words:

“Oh, hello again!”

She still jokes with you, listens when something is wrong, nags you when you overwork yourself, and acts like nothing has changed.

She hasn't been going to school for a long time now, she said she didn't need to anymore.

Still, she keeps smiling.

Keeps telling you to live your life.

Maybe there’s something she hasn’t told you yet.