Gaze I moved into the house next door to Pixie at the age of eleven. Our windows were opposite each other. She was blowing soap bubbles at me. And I shot her with a toy gun. Each of us kept our terrible secrets. I would rather have the suffering be mine alone. However, fate decreed otherwise. After a long separation we met again. And this is no longer the Pixie I knew. In front of me is a girl with a wounded soul who needs me. Pixie I was afraid of the dark, and he shined a light through my window to drive away the fear. We shared ice cream and I taught him how to ride the swing properly. I couldn’t even imagine that one day I would have to decide who lives and who doesn’t. I chose him because I always protected him. And doomed herself to many years of painful loneliness. When Geiz reappeared in my life, a handsome grown-up guy living a happy life, I realized how much I wanted to share it with him.