But through the existence of art, that led us to meet each other.That guy is always either studying his ass off...Yo..Hey...I has already immersed in drawing.Or quietly writing something, alone in his desk.There was nothing else for me to do inside that hospital room...But...I've been saved...It doesn't take them much time to become friends.Maybe it was to kill time... or just a whim...Drawing is just something like a hobby for me.People say that we are like the total opposite of each other.Gondou...It's nothing, really...I begin to draw in the sketchbook.My imagination was embodied in the drawing.That guy was not just studying, he was drawing.I just thought that how nice it would be if Gondou would know the greatness of art too, like me.When two people who have similar interest in one thing meet each other.Though I'm not good at drawing at all.And before I realized it,It made me forget about all the unpleasant things.The hell did you sent me that sketchbook for...?Now I know...There's no deep meaning behind it...Somehow, like there was something luring me in...I don't remember it well now.It spread wide and far, freely beyond the cramped hospital room.
