She can't see me. I stand by her side. There was an open magazine on the wooden coffee table.
It was raining heavily outside the window.
She bowed her head, her long hair printed on her cheeks. I can't see her face clearly. She is wearing a floral dress.
I should be transparent. So, she can't see me.
I think she cried.
There was no sound, but the shoulders rose and fell irregularly. Someone knocked loudly on the door.
who is it?
I hesitated whether to open the door for her. It rained so much. It is not a good thing to let others wait all the time in case of gonorrhea.
I walked slowly to the door. He wanted to open the door, but his hands passed through the door.
I looked at my hands blankly. No skin, no blood vessels, clean and transparent.
My body is blocked by that door. What a ridiculous thing, people outside want to come in, but people inside want to get out.
Whose dream is this? How did I come here. I turned around and carefully examined the furnishings of the room. The outline of the girl's body is so familiar.
I think of the sofa near the corner. I often sit on it, and the central position can no longer withstand the pressure of my weight and has sunk deeply.
Golden yellow curtains with florals sway in the wind.
Who is she Could it be me?
But I never have the habit of wearing skirts. Nor would I cry so sadly. I have no friends, no one will suddenly knock on the door looking for me. I was stuck there, at a loss.
"Who are you?" I asked her boldly.
She didn't look up. Maybe my voice is too soft and has no penetrating power.
"It's raining too much outside." I said.
"Do you want to open the door and let him in." I continued.
But she still ignored me.
"Can you tell me who you are? Why did I appear here. This seems to be my home, and you are here anyway. Did I break into your residence by mistake, or did you go through the wrong door?"
I have said a lot in a row. But she didn't seem to understand me. The knocking on the door didn't stop.
The rumbling thunder was accompanied by dazzling lightning. I licked my tongue in fear.
Walking back and forth restlessly in front of her.
I miss the person standing outside the door in the rain.
I don't know why, but I want that person to come in so desperately.
I can not wait anymore. Annoyed, he stood in front of her, trying to raise her head.
Poor my hand is transparent and I can't touch her at all.
She is sitting at the coffee table. Just silent crying. The world seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Don't know why she won't let him in. I have no way of knowing the story between them. I just passed by her dream, but it seemed to be the only real person.
I have no blood vessels, no heart, only memory. But my memory has nothing to do with this place. No matter how hard I try to remember, I don't know who she is? Who is standing outside the door?
I saw the open magazine. The page stays on page 23. Nothing special.
If she writes a line, maybe she can guess who she is through her handwriting? But she didn't write a single word. All leads came to a standstill. I'm stuck in this dream.
The voice of calling for help with all one's strength is so weak. People standing outside the door will not hear it.
I exist in this dream without doing anything.
I want to go back to the real world. I still have a lot to do. Her crying has nothing to do with me, and the person standing outside the door has nothing to do with me.
Thinking this way, I ran to the wall and tried to cross the wall. But I was bounced back. It's not a wall, but like a soft cage. The more I move, the tighter it shrinks.
Just when I was exhausted, I heard a sound. The sound was far and near, and it was the sound of a pulse beating. I was surrounded by this group of voices, and I couldn't get away.
I looked at the girl in front of me in horror.
She finally looked up.
I could see her face clearly.
My face was full of astonishment.
She has the same face as me. But she is wearing a skirt. She is more beautiful than I imagined. In the end she came to my dream, or I came to her dream. Why does she look exactly like me?
"Who are you?" I asked with a trembling voice.
"I am your soul," she replied.
"where am I?"
"In your heart."
"Nonoimpossible. This is clearly a house, and I clearly heard someone knocking on the door and the sound of heavy rain falling."
"Your heart doesn't have a door. No one can walk into your heart. But all these years of living alone has made your heart shakeit's slowly melting. It's trying to create a door"
"Are you lying?" I interrupted her.
"Your heart has been cold for many years. I have been living in this heart. I have lived alone for many years. You heard a knock on the door, and someone wanted to come in and be with me, but you were in Obstructing and refusing, that's why I cry. I can't control you."
"Noimpossible" I retorted sadly.
"We are connected to each other and become one. When we separate from each other, you will see that your body has no blood vessels and no heart at all. You only have memories and thoughts. The blood that flows is protesting. Every part of it flows. Indifferent and without emotion. You are kind by nature. You don¡¯t have any desires. You live without sorrow or joy. But someone broke your peace and tried desperately to open a door in your heart. You have no strength to resist That's why you are out of my control. You clearly saw me, your soul. You saw me crying and sad."
"Nonowon'tit won't be like this" I shook my head and stepped back step by step.
"You released a beautiful firework in other people's lives. Even though you knew it was fleeting, but inadvertently, it became an eternal classic. You will not exist in that sky forever, but someone always Look up without giving up. Your heart is empty After a long time, it will become full. You will also look up at the starry sky that does not belong to you. That's why you are always so lonely. There is no way to relieve loneliness. Method. Try to open the door that guards the heart. Let the people outside come in. You try to go out. Your sky, your world, your fireworks are gorgeous and eye-catching." When she finished speaking, the corner of her mouth But he showed an intriguing smile.
Before I could react, the house was slowly collapsing, and everything in front of me was disappearing. The outline of the heart is slowly emerging, and the blood vessels are gently squirming.
She disappeared little by little.
My body is no longer transparent. A strong force pushed me out. I wake up in the interlacing of light and shadow.
I rubbed my swollen eyes. Look around in a daze. I lie on a comfortable soft bed. It was still raining outside the window. I remembered that dream and touched my heart. I looked at the scenery outside the window. Lips moved, but no sound came out. Surprisingly quiet around. Only the sound of rain hitting the glass. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com