Part 1: Summer Nights 1 (Japan)   I never was a brave person. It’s not my fault, it’s my mind’s; the bastard enjoys sailing through every impossibility, repeating what I can’t do, what would happen if I fail and, above all, reminding me how horrible it is to be rejected.   And what better example than my neighbor? This story is not about him, why? I never told him how I felt about him. We met since he moved here when we w...