Died at the age of 17

Waking up from a dream in a groggy state, I have no more dreams to do from now on.Day and night are all clear, suffering in waking, pain in waking.

Xia Musha felt that he had never been so awake, nor had he been so confused.He knows who he is, and he also knows what kind of fate and sin he bears.He is also confused, lost in the unchangeable fate and foggy future, and the sins he can never redeem.

He wanted to cry, but he was deprived of the right to cry.He opened his eyes, howling in pain.Blood gushed from his throat.He picked up the knife beside the bed and cut deeply on his arm one by one. The knife saw blood and the bone was deep enough.He seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and his skin lifted upwards, exposing his pale bones.Blood oozed out like tears, and spewed out crazily.He doesn't even have the right to die, his life no longer belongs to him.He is like a fanatical religious believer, sacrificing his own life in front of the god he believes in.

Vulkan walked in, and he walked very slowly step by step, following the movement of the sun.Xia Musha raised her head and looked up at him, her eyes were almost obsessed.His lover, his angel.Come with love and redemption.

At a distance of three steps away from Xia Musha, Vulcan didn't move. He paused for a moment, looking at Xia Musha's almost crazy eyes that were fascinated, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He went forward and sat beside Xia Musha.His cold fingers stroked the broken hair on Xia Musha's forehead, across his cheek, and landed on the wound on his arm.His fingers stretched in, resting on the broken skin, then slashed in, and landed on the bloody flesh and blood.

Xia Musha took a breath, he felt the pain.He felt a strange and sharp pain across his neck, which was more abrupt and intense than before.Vulcan's ice-thin and cold nails were inserted into his neck, and blood gushed out like threads.

Vulcan's white jade knuckles were stained with bright red blood, like an angel who had no intention of being stained with evil.His blood-stained finger stroked his lips lightly, and the moist blood fell on his mouth, with an almost fatal temptation.Intense and sweet.The corner of his mouth evoked a cruel smile, like a bloodthirsty demon.

Vulkan lowered his head and leaned against Xia Musha's ear, getting very close, almost kissing her.His voice was very deep, so low that one could feel a coolness from the depths of the soul, "I owe you, you haven't paid it off yet."Everything you have now, regardless of body and soul, regardless of joy and pain, belongs to me and will be controlled by me. '

'Who allows you to hurt yourself like this, only I have the right to hurt you. His sharp teeth pierced Xia Musha's round and full earlobe, and the bright red blood gushed out and wet his face.It splashed on his ivory-like pale face, leaving a shocking red.His pale lips were dyed red, so red that it was almost demonic.

Xia Musha looked at Vulkan almost frantically and obsessively, like a condemned prisoner watching the only light shining through the cracks in the prison wall, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw floating on the lake.It seems that the man in front of him has lost his name, and he has a new name called Love and Hope.Even though that hope itself was so dark, it couldn't stop him from shining, so he became the only meaning of his own world.

'I know you went to see him.He should have also told you some things about me and him, but not all.I wish to speak again from my point of view.You already know my life experience, so I will start from there.Everything that I have in Paris, the wealth that supports me, my social status and fame, everything that is mine, has been given to me by Charlotte. ' Vulkan spoke to himself, his head bowed, buried in the shadows.

'Yes, for people like us, having the youth of a normal person, having love, and even having hope itself has become a luxury.I should thank him, he gave me everything, he taught me to love, taught me to live, not to survive.For a while, I was his lover, and we appeared together in Parisian social situations.I thought my life would just change. ' There was an almost self-deprecating smile on his face.He didn't know why he wanted to say so much to the boy in front of him.Maybe it was out of sympathy, maybe it was out of pity, but these feelings should have disappeared for him long ago.

'At a later banquet, that is, the place I took you to, I lay on the cold and hard table unable to move orders, and the beasts took off the disguise of human society and attacked me.What happened later, I don't want to think about it, but it has become a nightmare that I linger in the middle of the night.My Charlotte, he is innocent, he did nothing, and left me alone in the darkness forever.The greatest sin of a lover is to stand on the sidelines, what do you think? Vulcan didn't expect Xia Mousha's answer at all, he just raised his head, watching his cold eyes with a flash of warmth.The young man now is much like him back then.They look desperate, so alike.

Xia Musha looked up at Vulcan, and he realized that Vulkan seemed to be talking to him.He read the deep pain in Vulkan's calm, just like his brother, the love and bond between them is so deep.He knew that his brother would spend the rest of his life in regret, and he saw with his own eyes that his brother, who was in full bloom at the time, withered into a dying look in an instant.He also saw with his own eyes Vulcan's hatred for his brother, which was engraved in his bones, and he would eventually have to spend his whole life to repay it.

Xia Musha thought, he loves Vulkan, even if he loves someone else, he will still love him.His soul has been involved with him in everything and cannot be separated forever.This kind of love is so hopeless and so crazy.

Maybe everyone in love is crazy, they just don't know it.Xia Mousha went crazy, the mad factor in his blood became more restless and frenzied under the intensification of love.He wants to own Vulcan, completely own Vulcan, own every inch of his flesh and blood, every drop of blood, and control all emotions of joy or sorrow.Even if his hands and feet were broken and his life was taken away, he still had to be with him.

It's just that Vulkan doesn't know Xia Mousha's almost pathological love and attachment at all.He just wanted to repay the harm Charlotte gave him with his own hands, and settle it from now on, neither owed anything.Since then, they have been strangers, and there is no reason to meet each other, and there is no reason to love each other again.Before he knew it, he was deeply trapped in the net that he woven with hatred, unable to escape, and the more he entangled, the tighter he was.

Vulkan took Xia Musha's bruised hand and went downstairs.His fingers clung tightly to his wrist, as if he would never let go.It's just, how far can forever be, it's just close at hand.

Xia Musha's eyes were full of tiredness and vicissitudes.Youth is only for a moment, and the beauty is old.He seemed to have crossed over from youth to old age in an instant.It's just that under his eyes, there is a flame of love that can never be extinguished, and he still hasn't aged after all.But he has shed the youthful innocence, and possessed a kind of rickety and melancholy that belonged to young people.

Emily stood at the table, where breakfast was already set.She stood quietly, like a virtuous wife.Vulcan shook off Xia Musha's hand, walked to Emily's side, lowered his head, and kissed the corner of her mouth softly.It is as proficient as it has been repeated thousands of times and engraved into the soul.

Emily already understood how to please her fiancé, as long as she turned a deaf ear to the intimate relationship between her younger brother and her fiancé.In the process, she couldn't show any dissatisfaction.She is like a marionette, the other end of the string is held in the lover's hand, and the transparent silk thread is love.She no longer expects so-called love, even using and performing is enough to make her feel happy.

The long dining table separates the heartbreaking unrequited love at both ends.Emily and Vulcan, the hosts, sat at one end of the table.And Xia Musha, as the guest of both parties, sat at the other end of the dining table.That distance is not long, but it cannot be reached in a lifetime.

Vulcan's focus has always been on Emily, and a sweet and viscous intimacy swayed between the two.As if they have been in love for a long time, they are as familiar as they are, and they are generally as if there is no one else around.The golden honey jam stuck to the corner of Emily's mouth, and Vulcan stretched out his fingers to gently pick it up, and then put it in his mouth.Warm gas was sprayed on her face.Emily blushed, knowing that she was acting, but she still couldn't help being intoxicated.

She didn't dare to turn her head, she was afraid that as long as he looked at her, everything would be revealed.She didn't know if her little brother was envious of her, she only knew that he was very envious of her little brother, that Vulkan could treat him so attentively.Emotions cannot be deceived, and both love and hate are clearly written.No matter how well it is hidden, people who are familiar with it can still see the clues.She could feel Vulkan's love for her little brother.Although it is mixed with hatred and impure, it seems that only this kind of love is rich and strong, and it is worth aftertaste.

Vulcan would occasionally raise his head to look at Xia Musha, but in that kind of eyes, there was a kind of tenderness and indifference and alienation in his eyes.This is the attitude towards his fiancée's brother, but this strangeness makes Xia Musha feel a sting.

'Eat more, Emily is a good crafter. Xia Mousha raised her head with difficulty, twitching the corners of her mouth, and returned an ugly smile.He felt that he was about to cry, but the tears couldn't fall.It's just that emotions condense in my heart.He's crazy, he can do anything.

Probably only love can overwhelm a person's mind and make him lose his mind.Xia Musha has lost the ability to think normally, but only responds with physiological instinct.He seemed to be a different person, the smile on the corner of his mouth was faint, almost cruel.This is a stress response and fight back.

A certain hidden corner of him has begun to distort, he is no longer the original him, he is like an abstract painting displayed in a gallery.Flesh and blood are materials, falling apart.