The boy frowned, a rare occurrence for him. He sighed softly, looking to a wrapped gift in his hands. “I didn’t even get to give her this… I got it for her for Valentine’s day, but instead of giving her a gift I had to give her a farewell.” He murmured solemnly.

“I’m worried though.” He the a aid, his gaze turning serious as he tucked the box away.

“When I don’t like something… I forget it. What if I forget her because saying goodbye was so depressing?” He asked rhetorically, looking deeply troubled for the first time since arriving to the competition.

“I don’t want to forget…” He whispered, wiping the beginnings of tears for the corners of his eyes.“Don’t let me forget. Don’t let me forget her.” He said, his voice choked and full of desperation.

“If I wake up tomorrow and forget… No, I can’t think like that. I won’t think like that. I’m going to remember her. I want to remember.” He said with resolve, and suddenly exited the confessional.