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He died in an accident. At that time, they were a pair of lovers who were about to talk about marriage.
are dependent on each other.
He passed away. And her life will go on. With faith in him.
She took a group photo of the two of them to the place where they once knew each other. I couldn't help but burst into tears.
She once watched his back leave.
She once wrote his name all over an old mirror.
She also drew a circle in the palm of his hand.
And the story that ultimately belongs to them does not have a perfect ending. They have no future, everything is back to the original point. Caught off guard, the initial fantasy turned into the naked reality.
She tried not to be sad. She still has to live. Even if the wound in my heart cannot heal. Time will give her the antidote to forget everything.
She still lives in the house where the two live together. As for his clothes, she didn't throw them away. Neatly placed in the closet.
Accompanied him through the last journey of life, and I have no regrets. In the end, he slept peacefully in her arms.
She didn't cry.
The pain has squeezed her tears.
She stroked his bloodless face. The last temperature left in the world.
If you leave just because of a quarrel, there is still a day to meet. And they will never see each other again. What he said lasts forever, and the water flows forever, which has become the most distant dream.
The most unfortunate person is the one left behind. She carries the memory of them with her, and the memory could destroy her hope of being alive at any moment.
I can't remember how many times I looked at the photos in the past.
In the past few years of being in love. They have been through a lot. Finally broke through all obstacles, but still failed to stay together. He didn't see her in a wedding dress, and she didn't become his bride.
It is often said that it was God's blessing that made them meet. But now she blamed the misfortune of fate.
She cut her hair short. Lying on the double bed in his baggy clothes. Missing has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Pain has flowed into the blood. The silent night cannot save her lonely soul, not to mention the hustle and bustle of the day and the carnival of a group of people.
The photo turned to the end. His face became clearer and clearer. It hurt her eyes deeply. Say good don't cry, there are tears in the eyes.
The last photo was taken of him lying on the hospital bed. He bled a lot. The body is covered with white gauze. It was so painful, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile.
Behind the photo are his words to her.
In a world where I'm not around, you have to be strong. Happier than before. Everything I promised and didn't keep, someone else will do it for me. I will become an angel to protect you.
The source of this story is a video I saw on Douyin. The girl in the video died of cancer. The boy was in pain. I don't know if this incident is true or not, but it touched me after all. I decided to write it down, including the music that appeared in that video. I also searched carefully on Baidu.
Video is fast food, it does not have a long history of written expression. But people in modern society are more willing to spend time on short videos like Douyin. And that includes me too.
A clear mind may not be able to see everything clearly. If you are in a state of confusion, you may not see hope.
Bodhi is not a tree, nor is a bright mirror a stand. There is nothing in the first place, where can the dust be aroused.
When I am in a situation of extreme anxiety, I will repeat this sentence silently. Slowly, my heart will quiet down.
I want to keep myself busy. At least not so idle, fantasizing about some unrealistic things.
I started eating walnuts to supplement the nutrients my brain lacked. Also a cup of coffee to pick you up in the morning. Sometimes I need to take some medicine to make myself fall asleep faster. The night is long.
Happy or unhappy things happen every day.
Every day I count how many days are left until the holiday.
Missing is like rain outside the window. Slowly connect into a line. Water in the bottom of my heart.
On the potholed road, the accumulated water is like a floating mirror imprinting the faces of the people passing by.
The photos on the propaganda column of the factory department have not been changed yet.
Who is braver than whom?
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