Suian

A person stayed quietly on the roof, looking at his feet, thinking for no reason, really wanted to jump off, indeed, he did so.

I don't know if hallucinations are good or not.

All I know is that she left me because of this.The person closest to my heart left me.

When I first saw her, she was only twelve or thirteen years old, and had just entered junior high school. Although she was very lively, she was lonely, as if she could not feel her heart beating.She is sometimes very quiet, sometimes very noisy, but the only thing I know is that she likes to look at the sky because. . . . . .

When we met again, she was already in the second year of junior high school. She seemed to have a crush on a boy in class, but she never confessed it. As for why, if she didn't tell me, I don't know.

If I can, I will always be with her during that time, so maybe she won't be so lonely.

The night was very bleak, just like her original mood, she opened the diary, and experienced her loneliness little by little.

'It's the first day of junior high school, I'm no longer a child, it's time to take on my own responsibilities. 'What is her responsibility?I thought I knew her well, but I was wrong. 'Actually, having no friends is also a good thing. 'What's no friend, at least she still has me, doesn't she. 'Will the wind in heaven be cool?What is the rain in heaven like, will it be the same as in the world? 'She likes rain, I know that.Because she said that when it rains, the rain will wash everything and the soul.She told me that she likes the wind blowing, when the wind blows, listen carefully, and you will hear the little secret of the wind.But when the word "paradise" appeared in the diary, how did she feel, was she tired of this world?Turning page by page, before you know it, it is already dawn.

Holding her favorite lily, she was talking in front of her grave, "Actually, you are very good, but you don't know it. I met that boy. He is very good. You match him very well. Why don't you be bold and go Confession. I shouldn't blame you. If I had cared more about you then, maybe everything would not be the same as it is now. No matter how regretful I am, nothing can be redeemed.

Girl, is heaven really worth your nostalgia?For so long, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I always thought that you were still there, but I couldn't feel the breath of your existence. Did you really leave?Forget it, you shouldn’t be so selfish, you have endured too much, it’s okay to leave, but no one will accompany me in the future, the person closest to my heart has gone to heaven, leaving me alone.

The reason why I like to look at the sky is because I am thinking of a certain person.When the sky is sunny, he is well; when it rains, he is sad; when the clouds move, he smiles.Just wondered if he was also looking at the person looking at him.What she really liked was not that boy, but "him". That boy was a bit similar to him, but his obsession was too deep, and eventually he lost his heart and died.

It's a bit annoying, after all, because of this, she gave up the world, gave up the promise of wandering far away with me, gave up on me, and went to find "his" footprints alone.Now I like to look at the night sky, because it is the only way I can feel her existence.

I left that diary next to the tombstone in a bottle, but after thinking about it, I opened the bottle, and a gust of wind blew by, blowing away her memories.

Put your hands on your heart, feel the beating, and say to the sky: "I will be fine, and I will live well for you."

Everything will be fine.

The author has something to say:

I always think about it and think about some inexplicable things.