"'Sleep with me? You have feelings for me, don't you?' That question was the last of my innocent feelings that came in winter. The innocence and excitement that started in spring and quickly turned cold. The price for it was heavier than expected and weighed heavily upon me. 'You are 16 weeks pregnant.' Even though it was the consequence of my own choice. Six years later, that person suddenly reappears one day. Every moment feels like walking on thin ice, constantly afraid of him discovering the child I secretly bore. Yet, he, who knows nothing, keeps coming back no matter how much I try to push him away. 'As you said, why else would I come looking for you? All I know is that night.' He continues to hover around me, making an absurd suggestion... I cannot open my heart to him if I want to protect my child."