Through the Boundaries of Love.

I always believed that people are divided into two categories. Those who live in their hearts - laugh, cry, love, make mistakes, are not afraid to feel. And those who live by mind - cold, prudent, hiding emotions so deeply that it seems that they have no at all. I always belonged to the first. And he - to those who never allowed themselves too much.

Ken Takeo was my sensei. Strict, perfectly logical, as if cut out of ice. In his world there was no place for emotions. But the longer I watched him, the more I understood: even the strongest ice can crack. Even the most closed person can hide something inside that one day will break out. I didn't know where the border would go. I didn't know exactly when I would allow myself to take a step where it shouldn't have been. But one day it happened. And nothing could be changed.