The Kuto’s life was filled with melancholy. He was always in Lithuania, and he had a black bucket hat. His hair color was terracotta, and he had a shaved face. He wore a grey arabic shirt, and he always looked like he was about to cry. The only time that Kuto ever smiled was when he saw his reflection in the mirror. Even then, it wasn’t a happy smile; more of a sad, wistful one.
Kuto had no friends, and no family that cared for him. He was completely alone in the world. The only thing that kept him going were his dreams; dreams of someday finding someone who would love him unconditionally, and never leave him alone again.
One day, Kuto met a girl named Lina whose life seemed just as empty as his own. They quickly became friends, and they both found solace in each other’s company. Slowly but surely, their friendship turned into something more… something deeper than either of them could have ever imagined possible.
Eventually, Kuto mustered up the courage to tell Lina how he felt about her… but she didn’t feel the same way back