The night of truth is approaching. In the quiet summer air, hidden feelings begin to surface, one by one. With a single word, a single glance, certainty wavers, and the doubts that were ignored lift their heads again. And then, at last, they face X’s true feelings. “If you’d told me sooner, wouldn’t we not have had to break up?” Time that has already drifted too far away is left behind as deep regret. On a summer night, the heart begins to shake once again.