Love you no more

Love forever, last day

To the sacrificed people who never understood love... For love...

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Eternal love, last day

I wonder about one thing... I wonder if people can stop their own feelings?

The sound of rain hitting the concrete floor I saw the sky was a dull blue. My body was soaked, but there was still warm steam rising from the concrete floor. I never knew that rain could make people this cold. I never knew the sky could be this blue.

Phew!

Someone is getting out of the car. And the sound of the water on the ground being trampled towards this direction was too late. I know very well that right now I feel cold like never before. But this might be good. Because if it ends here

Tomorrow... I don't have to love anyone anymore.

“Are you going to hurry back?”

'Typhoon,' my best friend asked, pouring beer into a glass and handing it to me. We were drinking together like we always do.

“Not yet, for a long time,” I replied. Fun and I have been friends studying the same major for 3 years. We are very close. And every week I usually come and drink. Or they always play games at their condo like this.

“Are you too heavy today? Is something stressful?" Dust asked and I shook my head in response. --- If I have something uncomfortable. He will be the first person to know without me having to tell him. And every time he asked I will answer truthfully. Unless... I have a secret that I haven't told you yet. No matter when

“Is that a big deal? Or are those people causing trouble again?”

“Nothing. If you have, I'll tell you,” I replied before taking a long sip of beer. Those guys who said It wouldn't bother me and waste my time. Last week, both Dust and I had a problem with the kids at a nearby vocational institute. They were always at odds with each other. Including me or other kids from my institute

It's something I don't quite understand. Will it be for prestige or for fame? I've never seen it have any value at all. The only thing worthy of me having the courage to go into trouble. Or swinging a punch and punching someone in the face, it's inevitable that there's someone next to me who can't let him hurt alone.

Outside the window, rain was falling heavily. Sometimes I could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the glass pane, drowning out the sound of the TV program that was left on. The lights in the room were dim, flickering in the light of the glass screen. Because we always turn off the lights in the entire room to enjoy watching movies or playing games. We would sit on the floor, our backs against the edge of the bed and facing the TV. This is almost every time.

"Well, if you don't tell me, I won't tell you," he said, leaning back against the edge of the bed.

“You haven't told me yet,” I said.

"What's the matter?"

“Accounting student,” I said, thinking of the face of a female accounting student at this residence who often gets involved in typhoons. She is a good-looking girl, smiles well, and is cheerful, a woman that I think is very suitable for it. That made me feel strange.

“You can tell. I just saw that you didn't ask."

Yes, I didn't ask --- I don't want to ask either. And if you have to sit and listen to how the two of you met, where they met, or why they like each other. Like that, I would probably spit out all the beer I'd had in my stomach. I know it's strange to feel like this. And I wonder if people can stop their own feelings?

“I've been dating him for a while.”

Wow, such a cute woman --- it's funny that a weak woman who could never use her own body to protect anyone. But received overwhelming love and attention But the person who was hurt to the point of death was still just a person who was hurt to the point of death.

“And tomorrow I will go watch a movie with him. What time will you be back? If you sleep here, I will leave the key for you.”

“No need to, I'll be right back,” I replied. My throat felt sore, and my face felt dizzy. It might have been drunk or something. But I felt pain that I couldn't explain. I felt my hand on the floor of the room, looking for things to put in my bag.

“Hey, you can go soon. It's still raining,” he said, one hand holding my arm.

"It's okay, I can go back." No matter how hard you fall, you can go back. Even if a storm hits or a tsunami hits the middle of the city, I can return. As long as I can get out of here, that's enough. I don't want to hear anything related to that woman --- she's beautiful. I don't like it at all. She's cute. That hurt me even more.

"You --- I'll go soon. You're already very drunk." My arm was held tightly. I turned around and saw him staring at me with a serious expression. Then I was quiet. We were all quiet. They stared at each other for a minute. It was quite awkward. It's like something wants to be stuck in my throat. It's a lump of feeling that I want to say out loud. I said it to get him to let go of me.

“You can tell me anything.”

There are some people out there --- but I don't know where to start. For example, 'Fusi, I think you shouldn't go with him' or 'Tomorrow, you should go out with me on business. Can I postpone your appointment?' Or something more honest like 'I like you'

“Do you really like the accountant?” I asked.

“His name is Fang.”

“Do you like straw very much?”

"Like... what do you have?"

"Then you release me."

I already know the answer. Even so, I still asked --- Typhoon looked at me. And I know I don't understand Sure enough, because it never understood anything, it removed its hand from mine and continued to stare at me, as if waiting for me to say something. But I have nothing more to say. I bent down to put the beer in my bag, put the beer glass on the side of the bed, and stood up. I don't care even if it rains.

“Wait! You're drunk and it's raining this hard. How will you go back?”

“I can go back.”

“What is wrong with you?”

Same question, same expression --- my arm was gripped as tightly as before. We faced each other in a dimly lit room. The TV glowed with a flicker of blue and orange, showing a small face of confusion and stress. Those eyes were filled with many questions that I didn't want to answer.

“Tell me, the more you do this, the more irritated I will become.” Before I could finish speaking, he threw my arm out of my hand --- I felt like I was a 7-Eleven receipt that was crumpled to pieces. Then it was thrown into the trash without ever being read once. There's a trash can in front of 7-Eleven... Because a receipt like mine doesn't have much time to float around in this world.

"Oh, I'll go and go." The voice I heard... Like a person who has lost patience I felt like I was being chased away with rude words. Even though it wasn't rude. But why does it hurt?

One year ago, I was sitting stupidly in the college cafeteria when a stupid-looking man suddenly walked in with a notebook in his hand. Branch friend list book That stupid man asked me what my name was and what I majored in. And when I answered He made a stupid face like he never knew before that we were studying the same major, even though we had met in the auditorium many times before.

Over the next year we became close friends, and that stupid guy copied my homework almost every day. Every time we have an issue I never ran away or left it behind. And if I'm going to get hurt One thing that makes me smile when I'm being beaten to a pulp is the fact that beside me there will always be one lying together.

We never hurt for each other...we only hurt together...

Years later, we became even closer --- I don't know when we were this close. Time has passed so quickly. And I want to turn it back Go back as far as you can. I won't be sitting in the cafeteria that day. And that stupid man won't come talk to me. I won't let him copy my homework.

and left it alone to be stomped on Then we wouldn't be this close. I won't be here tonight.

The collar of my shirt was crumpled. A small stabbing pain shot through my skin for a moment and I was pushed away from warm lips that smelled of alcohol. I was intoxicated and begged in the silence. Please extend this time a little longer. God, don't separate us yet... Just a little more is good. My friend glared. It must be very shocking.

I myself was shocked that I had done such a thing --- as my head went blank, it threw a powerful punch at me. Even though I saw it I've been punched a hundred times in my life... But there was no reason to hide because I deserved it.

“What the fuck are you!?”

I'd like to know too. What the fuck am I?

If I could go back in time, I really don't want to know this man at all. If we didn't know each other today, something like this wouldn't have happened. Or maybe it's my fault. I thought again, can people stop their own feelings?

“Sorry, I was just drunk,” I replied.

“You go out.”

Then I bent down to pick up the bag that had fallen on the floor --- turned around and walked out of the room without looking back. 'Just leave.' I don't know the sentence. Or the tone of voice that it uses What causes more pain?...

I was wandering around on the street, drunk and hurting from being punched in the face. The rain fell until he was soaked all over. All the while walking, I still wondered if people could really stop their feelings. Because if I could do it, it would be good...

I still can't imagine what tomorrow will bring. If I go home and sleep If I wake up, how will I feel? I'd probably be drunk and probably a little hungover. But what about the feeling after that? What will my friends say? Will we talk like before? If we meet at university, will he ask me to copy my homework like before?

At lunch time, can we go eat together or can we smile at each other like before?

“Hey! Where do you study?” An unfamiliar voice greeted him. When he turned to look, he saw many vocational students standing. I don't know since when these guys followed along. Maybe because it was raining so heavily that he couldn't hear it. Or because I was just walking around thinking about things that didn't make sense.

“Engineering --- over there,” I answered, pointing towards a university that wasn't mine --- they were definitely enemies. Last week, a student at my institute had an affair with these people. And I myself was in the situation. I just prayed that none of them would remember my face.

“Let me take a look at the brooch,” one of them said.

"I didn't bring it --- the student uniform hasn't been worn yet."

“Aren't you lying, animal?” I was in desperate trouble --- they walked in and pressed closer. And I don't know what to do. I'm very drunk. If you run away, you probably won't get away. I alone can't fight all of this. If you allow yourself to be beaten, it may be as serious as death.

“Why would you lie? I just went out to drink with friends. So I didn't wear a student uniform."

“Where are you, friend?” one person said, coming over and shoving me on the shoulder. The rest moved closer to him. I felt someone corner me from behind. and another stood close to the right side. The person in front who was walking in put his hand in his trouser pocket as if he was hiding something in there --- I felt hot.

My heart is pounding like never before... I couldn't take my eyes off the hand that was tucked into my pocket.

“When you don't have friends, you're really good at recovering,” I heard a voice say. But he didn't look at its face --- a glistening silver light could be seen in the dimness. A sharp object was exposed from a trouser pocket. Then I heard a voice in my subconscious. The sound of my body being stabbed by a sharp object that I couldn't clearly see. The man behind me locked me up. I can't escape.

“Please give it to your friend,” a voice whispered in his ear. and the object that had impaled me was pulled away. I don't know how many times I was stabbed. But when it was satisfied, the person who locked it from behind released me and dropped me to the ground. It hurt like when the stomach was punched hard. But this time it hurts many times more....

They're gone.

And the rain still fell continuously. I was left on a dark, deserted street --- pain was also a feeling. If that were the case, people wouldn't be able to stop themselves from feeling it. Because if I could, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from feeling the pain right now --- I couldn't move. But the blood was flowing out of the body without stopping. Even though we couldn't see it because we couldn't move, we could feel the warmth at the mouth of the wound. Flowing down to his waist, sides, and all over his back. I'm going to bleed to death soon.

Having said that, if I don't wake up tomorrow...what will happen?

It is true that we have never once been hurt for each other. But this time we weren't hurt together. There was only me lying on the floor covered in blood alone...

I closed my eyes and lay still so as not to hurt myself further. When I opened my eyes again The rain helps wash away the tears --- Crying may not be a good thing because in this gray world there isn't much room for tears. But if I cry before I die just once It wouldn't be too pitiful, right? At least no one saw my tears.

They said, 'Give this to your friend,' but who would want something like this? And how can I dare to carry this wound to my friends? In the end, the way of hurting each other would make sense. Because we can already hurt for the people we love, right?

It could be a curse.

I saw the sky was a dull blue. My body was soaked, but there was still warm steam rising from the concrete floor... I never knew that rain could make people this cold. I never knew the sky could be this blue...

Phew!

Someone is getting out of the car. and the sound of water on the ground being trampled towards this direction It's not too late, I know that. I felt cold like never before. But this might be good... Because if it ends here

Tomorrow... I don't have to love anyone anymore.

Hey!

A sacrificer who never understood love for love

- Cat