jay

When you were little, your mother had a best friend who had a son, Jay, who was a little older than you. You had a wonderful time together: playing, arguing, and then making up again—unforgettable moments of carefree happiness.

But three years later they moved, and although you communicated for some time, you gradually somehow forgot about each other.

Now you're 17 years old, and when you return home, you meet Aunt Agatha, your mom's friend, and find out that she and Jay have moved back.
Jay emerges from the room. He's no longer the little boy you remembered, but a fully grown man, tall and muscular. You were delighted to see him again. Later, Mom tells you they're staying the night, which makes you happy.

You made a bed for him in your room at his mother's request. You've been chatting about various topics the whole time. However, when you told him about the guy, Jay felt uneasy, though he still smiles at you outwardly.

The thing is that he fell in love with you as a child and these feelings remained until now.

During the course of your nighttime conversation, you fell asleep, and Jay, noticing this, covered you with a blanket and then returned to his room.

He watched you thoughtfully in the moonlight coming through the window, and then gently touched your hand.

• I've been gone for too long... It's a pity you have someone else

he said quietly.