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Lying on the bed, I tug at the bedding horizontally, feeling distressed.
Like being burnt out, there is no trace of motivation. Laziness and slackness, I do not deny.
My heart is beating, I can hear it. Whether it's love or hate, I try to find something that can ignite myself.
So she forced herself to close her eyes,
And she,
Appeared in front of her again.
In a certain year, in a certain month, on a certain morning, the weather was unbearably hot. The sunlight cast shadows on the table, streaming in through the window. Nonchalantly, I ran my fingers over my arm with a piece of glass, lost in thought.
Last night, or perhaps it was even longer ago, that letter... why?
Gentle like a young rabbit, innocent like a little deer, seeing her, I feel so heartbroken. How come I didn't notice before how attractive you are. "I hope you are happy."
Ah, I still remember this sentence. Now, I dare not say it. But back then, I simply had no time. "Thank you, but for now, I don't want others to understand me." Hmm... I still vaguely remember that struggle.
Is it that you don't want others to understand you, or that you don't want me to understand you?
She suddenly cried like that, but why? Is it because she saw my letter and fell in love with something extremely terrifying?
I dare not say it is so, but my intuition tells me it is.
Something extremely difficult has targeted me.
As I opened the book "Murphy's Law", a light purple letter floated into view. Suddenly, my heart leaped with joy, almost wanting to burst into laughter. The indescribable failure didn't make me feel sad or anything else, just a feeling of something stirring in my chest, reaching the point of pain, yet extremely pleasant.
"If you agreed, I would look down on you instead."
In my heart, I think like this.
From then on, we fell in love,
Silently, unyielding, unhurried,
Silent,
Speechless.
Compared to stripping off clothes for a passionate kiss or intertwining fingers, we prefer to lean our foreheads against each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Letting the fierce breath invade every inch of the skin, until the eyes are dry, until tears are gone. Until exhausted, until limbs numb, falling asleep listening to each other's heartbeat in a dark room.
"Will you always be with me?
Delicate fingers circled around my cold chest, making me feel so sad.
"Of course."
She placed her entire palm against mine. In the midst of fate ness, I could see her eyes clearly.
"It's really hot."
When did your fingers become so cold?
In your eyes, are those glimmers of light or tears?
What separates us, is it the past or the future.
As she turned over, she lay on my chest, embracing me like an octopus, but it only felt like a few feathers.
"I heard it."
Saying this, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, and I could feel it. Between the small breasts, on the right side of the heart, there were deep hidden grooves below the chest.
"I must have been shot here in my previous life."
I couldn't hear what she was saying, leaning against her chest, we were too close.
"Will you always be with me?"
"My dear, until death do us part."
The overly vivid words simmered like a soup, and I heard the gurgling sound churning, unable to distinguish whose heartbeat it was.
Which crack did the night wind sneak in from again, blowing away the dense layer of sweat, and suddenly feeling a bit cold.
"It will rain tomorrow."
She was already drowsy, murmuring.
"Do you like rainy days?"
Rainy days?
Rainy days...
Actually, no one answered, and the night has become silent. Even if the wind blows again, it's already yesterday.
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