In high school, I struggled to keep up with the lessons after being hospitalized for a while.

Jarvis would come by every day, inviting me out, but I always turned him down.

He would stand by my window, wearing his blue-and-white school uniform, resting his head against the frame.

While I worked on my problems, he watched me with unwavering attention.

In his eyes, I was a tiny reflection, as if I were his entire world.

A gentle breeze fluttered the white curtains hanging on either side, lifting them softly.

It ruffled the half-dry strands of hair on Jarvis’s forehead, and his eyes sparkled with an almost mesmerizing light.

He...