"I have to tell you a long story before darkness will come." she said as directly looking into my eyes.
　"I've been keeping something from you. Something. Well, maybe better to be called as the truth."
　And then, she began telling me the story.

　Completed.
　Melancholy, yet sweet.
　I could understand why she had decided to tell me her mysterious truth.
　No longer could live with her. Automatic.

　Next morning, the dawn came in my absolute loneliness.