Matri, you don't have to accompany me to sit here. You can join them," I pointed out to our classmates.

He held my hand. "I can't be happy when my best friend is sad. I'll join you here."

No words escaped us. He doesn't ask questions but our holding hands says that he is right here by my side and ready to listen to me.

But even I, I can't understand myself. I can't express my feelings.

Our teacher called Matri when the Christmas party ended, she had no choice and left me here in the garden for a while.

I should be happy today. What happened? Why was it...