Prologue. Have you ever done something you know you’re going to regret in the future?Because right now… I really do..“Five… four… three… two… one…”The referee’s whistle pierced the air, followed by the roar of the entire stadium. The crowd exploded in cheers as haru’s team won. My heart was overflowing—happiness tangled with pain, emotions crashing into each other all at once.Among the countless people in the stadium, my eyes were only on him.Captain Haru Ozara, now surrounded by his teammates, jumping, shouting, celebrating like the world had just handed them everything they deserved.My heart filled with happiness again but the moment I remembered that I was about to leave, the pain crept in. There were so many things I still wanted to say to him. So many words left unspoken. But this was it.This was where it ended.From here on, I could only look at him from afar.I remembered what I did earlier,the thing that made my heart spiral even more. But despite everything, I was happy. Happy that I said it. Happy that I did it before leaving. Because for the first time, I was honest with my feelings.Even if that honesty was all I could give.I looked at him again on the pitch and smiled. The joy on his face was overwhelming—so different from the serious expression he had while playing earlier. I was glad. At least, in the end, I got to see that smile again. The same smile that never fades. Bright. Warm. Full of hope.Then I saw him glance toward the benches.I panicked.He couldn’t see me.If he did, leaving would hurt even more.So even though it went against everything in me, I turned away. I left the stadium without looking back -not at them, not even at haru.With every step away, memories flooded my mind. How I started here. The people I met. Everything that happened to me in fujiyoshida. Embarrassing moments. Painful ones. Happy memories I would carry with me long after I leave.All the emotions I experienced.All the moments I shared with them.And especially with haru.I smiled again—at feelings I had been desperately hiding.But now, just this once, I wanted to be honest. Honest with myself. Honest with what I felt.As the wind brushed past me, I whispered the words I had kept buried deep inside.“Merci et au revoir, mon amour.”And once again, memories poured inmemories of where it all began.The story of Ozara Haru and me.