One.

Winter, 1998. I was an ordinary student until another world began to grow inside me — slowly, like snow falling, burying my everyday life under its weight. Only then did I realize how much had always been constant around me: the same familiar scenery, the warmth of someone I loved without ever noticing the joy they gave me. Their existence was what tied me to this world. It was when I first wanted those bonds, that special someone, that time began to move and the sun changed the seasons. When it did — which world was I standing in, and who was holding my hand?