I can't breathe without you.

You, a presence so natural beside me, like breathing itself. After the graduation ceremony, watching you receive a confession, I realized it. I love you. I can't bear it without you. I can't breathe. You stopped me as I walked home alone, and you seemed a little angry... A fleeting moment of youth—so poignant and bittersweet. This is a participation work for Tomoo Meiao's "Spring Sentimental Project."