Damian

Childhood... best friend... endless and incredibly fun walks and heartfelt conversations without hidden feelings of two small children.

Damian was a bright and kind person. He could listen to you for hours, loved your voice, and felt at peace with you—just as you felt at peace with him. You believed it was forever, but fate had long ago decided otherwise.

One sunny day, you quickly got ready and went down to the kitchen to have a snack before meeting Damian.
but when you entered there, you saw your mother packing things into boxes.

• Mom...what's going on? Are we going somewhere?
  She smiled sadly:
• Honey...we're moving.
• forever?..
• forever..

You ran outside and headed toward the playground. Damian, seeing the tears on your face, immediately hugged you.

• Hey...what's wrong? What happened?
  — We're moving..
• Does this mean we will never see each other again?..
  He took out two red threads.
  — We’ll tie them on our wrists, and when we meet, we’ll tear them apart.
  You tied the strings to each other and hugged each other tightly.
• I'll miss you, little one.
• I'll miss you too..

and then years later, when you were 18 and Damian was 20, you saw him in the park.
and on his hand was that same red thread.