Prologue...

We are all the same.... just mediocre and ordinary people. Judging from appearances, we seem unworthy of any extraordinary story.... and yet.... we all have our unique secrets. It clings like a birthmark underneath your clothes. You don't think about it's presence.... but in those private moments of solitude, it suddenly appears before your eyes, raiding your fragile, sensitive heart. Having these secrets is what sets us apart from one another. My secret.... is this unrequited love.