It takes seven days for a person to die completely

I finally managed to convince my hesitant self, and at the end of the sixth day, I returned to the place that I used to call home.

I... no, I should say that his home is still unchanged, completely cleaned by its owner.

——Only my room does not have it, and this corner is in sharp contrast with other rooms.

On my bedside table, which was covered with a thin layer of gray, there was still a half bottle of soda cans and my blue topaz earrings in a half-opened half-opened velvet box. A few strands of hair are scattered on the wooden floor, and the white short T-shirt that I trampled on during my lifetime is lying on the wooden floor.Although it doesn't emit any disgusting odor, and even has a slight fragrance under the effect of the sachet I pretended to place, it looks really bad because of the sloppy appearance.

I can't help complaining why Mo is so lazy. Even if I die, at least help me clean up for the sake of giving him a moment of happiness. If someone suddenly wants to visit my former residence, then I will And isn't it embarrassing and embarrassing?

Just at this time, the sound of the door lock turning sounded, and I hurried to the living room to meet him.

"Len, I'm back," he said suddenly, "you didn't make any trouble at home, did you?"

I was stunned for a moment, his low and steady rhythm made ripples in my heart.Is it possible that there is really some bond between us that can make him perceive me?So why pass me by the lake when I don't exist?

I don't care about that anymore, just grab the present.I was afraid that he would not hear me, so I stepped forward and responded loudly: "Welcome back!"

But his next sentence made me feel disheartened——

"It's fine if you don't want to make a sound, I know you're tired today." Mo ignored me, walked straight into my room, saw the scene, and sighed: "Make the room such a mess again... .Huh? What? Want to eat late at night?...Okay then, I'll help you order takeaway."

"Are you hallucinating? I obviously didn't say anything..." I watched him take out his cell phone, and an inexplicable feeling was bred in my heart. I couldn't tell what it was.It is mixed with a little pleasure and confusion, but it also tortures me.

I squatted down and looked up at him sitting on the soft bed. The warm light from the window reflected his handsome profile, which was gentle and clear, and the surrounding several meters were all dark—he was the only one in the endless darkness. The light is condensed from thousands of beams.

I thought again of the scene in my first memory after my death. At that time, his eyes were full of light, it was the stars, it was the passionate appearance of a young man, and it was the burning volcano that was erupting lava flames.

But now, these are no longer there. In his eyes and in his heart, there is no longer a lamp that will never go out, lit for me, no more.

This man is really strange. He tortured me like this during my lifetime, stabbed me with his sharp blade made of words, and sacrificed me in an inexplicable way after my death. I couldn't understand his thinking at all.

The rang of the doorbell broke my messy thoughts and the tranquility. I followed Mo and got up, listening to the conversation between him and the delivery guy——

"Sir...you eat...so much by yourself? It's not good for your health at night..."

"No, my roommate needs it. I will eat with him." Mo smiled politely. He has always been so polite that everyone who has come into contact with him spoke highly of him.

The little brother glanced at the dark and empty room, and with a look of surprise, he handed over a plastic box containing a large bag of barbecue aroma, and said, "Uh...then, I wish you a pleasant meal..."

"Thank you." Mo smiled and took the doorknob, completely isolating his pure land from the outside world.

He put the food bag on the dining table, and said gently: "Don't forget to eat like last time, it's quite a waste."

"You fucking, you...I'm already dead!" I stared at Mo, I really wanted to rush up and grab his collar, punch him with all my strength and scold him severely , but I can't bear to blaspheme him with those dirty words.

Like a light on the back, like a thorn in the throat. "...forget about me," I finally opened my lips hesitantly, "you shouldn't be like this...this is not the you I know...you, you should go under the light and be the center of attention, then That's where you belong! I'm not worthy of your memory, I'm just...a black shadow standing in your way..."

"—forget about me!"

I yelled hysterically like that, but the only response to me was the slamming of the window frame by the wind under the eaves.

Other than that, everything was silent.