An ordinary day, an ordinary night. While organizing textbooks and printouts, a photo slips from your hand and falls to the floor, catching the light and reflecting it.

The photo was taken with a friend at junior high school graduation. A close friend you can trust, who didn't despise you even after learning you were gay and continued to be friends. A photo of the two of you with arms around each other's shoulders, smiling gently. To someone who doesn't know anything, it might indeed look like you're close.