I began to like to record the little things that happened in my life. Because I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to remember anything anymore.
Just like my phone screen. Shattered and disfigured. When many people saw my mobile phone, they kindly comforted me, why not change the screen, wouldn't it look better?
Many times I passed by the shop where the mobile phone was repaired, but it was not replaced after all. Because I forget about changing my phone every time. I forgot many things. Whether good or not.
I don't want to speak. Just want to be silent. But the brain didn't listen to the command, buzzing chaotically. Complicated scenes are staged in turn. I feel like I'm in another world. A world I want to control.
I want to smile. Because I don't want others to see my sadness. When a leaf falls, the dust settles fate.
The devil lives inside of me. Often puts me on the edge of madness and reason. Sometimes I feel that I can give up everything for love, and sometimes I feel that what is love?
When he wanted to get closer to her, she pushed him away violently. When she tried to get closer to him, he pushed her away too. So they always torture each other and hurt each other. until old age.
I became humble and timid. Because I am afraid of losing.
Broken screen, unspeakable pain. Seeing each other is worse than not seeing the desolation.
I bowed my head and typed on the screen. The soreness in the fingers permeated the whole body. That sore patch of skin was covered by the cold air that drifted around. become extremely stiff. I tried to move it, tried to get rid of the bad irritability, I wanted to calm down, I wanted to create another world Everything seemed to be in vain, I was wrapped in an uneasy atmosphere. There was a beating sound from the heart, and an uncontrollable emotion flowed out of the chest cavity. I feel a tremor in my soul. There is a panic feeling that the territory has been invaded. That's a bad sign.
I looked at the shattered screen on my phone. Like my messy memory, like the predicament I want to escape from.
The fingers still hurt.
But I have forgotten the pain. Only restlessness is at work.
It has nothing to do with the wind last night. Nothing to do with past memories. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com