The ex I killed is back

One day he woke up.I was braiding his bangs at the time, and he slowly opened those beautiful eyes.

He looked at me quietly, silently.

Looking at it gently like a child who depends on me, seems to be a little afraid of me, and avoids my gaze.

He doesn't remember me, he doesn't remember anyone.

I said to him, "Good morning, I love you."

He just looked at me blankly, mist in those beautiful eyes.

I patiently told him that this is the time to say good morning to me and tell me that he loves me too.

He seemed to be shy, maybe angry, he turned his head and ignored me and didn't look at me.

But in the end, he lowered his eyes and said good morning to me.

He said, "Good morning, I love you too."

☆、Wen Rui

A.

The doctor told me that he might remember everything after a while, or he might never remember.His memory was not damaged, but he chose to forget the most painful part of the memory.

So he simply forgot about me.

I don't understand the doctor's words very well, I think he should be wrong.Because we are only happy when we are together.

The doctor told me that even if he couldn't remember, don't force him.His spirits were stimulated and he could not stand the shock.

I thought, why should I force him and scare him?He is so well-behaved and so dependent on me, how could I bully him?This doctor is really weird.

After he finished speaking, he looked at me with very vigilant eyes, as if I was not a good person.

Those who claim to be his friends often look at me like this, and they all think that I am not a good person.

When he woke up, he was not very willing to go out of the house, because he knew that my father and sister hated him.

Now he has become a fragile child, very resistant to external affairs, unwilling to communicate with others, unwilling to see others.

That includes me too.

As soon as I walked into him, he would stare at me with those wild eyes, as if he would pounce on me and bite me if I took a step closer.

After waking up, he is not as docile as when he was asleep. Now he is more like a kitten that is ready to explode at any time, always on guard against everyone around him.

He doesn't want to trust anyone, including me.

He always feels that the food I give him is poisonous, but this is also very good, because of his suspicion, I can eat in the same bowl with him openly, and all the food I give him must be eaten by him first. Will let go of worries.

Later, he seemed to believe me a little bit, and he was embarrassed to always force me to eat first, so he pretended to be very generous and gave me the food in his bowl, and then watched me eat nervously.

Really, how can he be so cute?

Two.

We eat from the same bowl and drink from the same cup, but he doesn't want to sleep in the same bed with me, he wants me to stay away from him, but not too far away,

Only then will he be at ease.

Sometimes when the night was dark, he would open his eyes and look at me, and I was always looking at him, so we lay in the silent night and watched each other until the night was dark and we fell asleep together.

He always wakes up before me, but he's going to lie in bed and pretend he's asleep until I wake him up.

I would kiss his forehead, or sometimes deliberately bully him, to lick his lips.I knew he was awake because he would frown nervously when I approached him, and his long black eyelashes would flutter slightly, but he wouldn't open his eyes until I kissed him.

He says he hates me being near him, but every morning he pretends to be asleep and waits nervously for me to call him.

He actually remembered many things, such as how to write, how to draw, and how to eat, but then he became cunning, and he pretended not to remember many things he clearly remembered: pretended not to remember how to write, how to eat, so I patiently taught him how to write, and then fed him.

Later, he became even more cunning. He was obviously so smart, but he pretended that he couldn't learn how to use chopsticks anyway, and tricked me into feeding him every day.

So I pretended I couldn't teach him, and fed him angrily.

He's a good killer, but a clumsy liar; and with his clumsy tricks, I'm just the right fool.

Three.

I feed him well, or so I think.

Spring is here again.I took him to the doctor and the doctor said he was recovering well and didn't need to see a doctor again.

I showed off my ring to the doctor when I left, I know it's childish, but I want to show off my ring to everyone, I want to keep everyone away from him, because he is mine, And just mine.

I lied to him that the ring was a monster, and he could avoid annoying people by wearing it, so he happily wore it.

Sometimes I feel that he knows the true meaning of the ring, but he is getting more and more cunning now, and he likes to play dumb very much.

Sometimes he told me that he wanted to go back to see his grandpa, because grandpa was the only person he ever loved.I feel jealous, but I can't refuse him, but when we really want to go, he can't remember where grandpa went anyway.

He often thinks anxiously, and he told me that he put Grandpa away, but he forgot where he put it.

But then he was relieved again, because he remembered that he was settled.

He has learned to follow me now.Wherever I go, he always follows.Sometimes he doesn't want me to know he's following me, so he pretends he's just going there to stand fighting the dust in the corner, or he just wants to sit by the window and bask in the sun instead of looking at me.

As soon as I put on my coat, or put on my out shoes, he would nervously follow me.If I want to go out, he will deliberately sit where I can see, pretend not to care about me, but wait for me to take him out with him.

But I can’t take him out all the time, the outside world is very colorful, there will be many people who are better and more beautiful than me, and I don’t want him to see them.

Now that he is awake, I can't keep him at home all the time. I have to get help from my father's company, and Sheng's father kicked him out because he was angry.I helped my father as much as I could in the company, and they liked him, and eventually came to like him as much as I did.

I was very anxious when I left him at home, and told my family over and over again to take good care of him and never let him get lost.I even thought about locking him with shackles, but I was afraid that he would hate me, so I didn't do that in the end.

He began to become more and more cunning. When I was feeding him, he would pretend to lick my fingers inadvertently. The slight itching like a mosquito bite always made me shudder without exception, but every time he Just skimping on it, I continued to feed him, and when he licked me again, he never cared about me.

Three.

Every time I come back, I will bring him a new gift. I want to find something he likes, but I still can't find it.

Sometimes I think he is very happy, but sometimes I will suddenly find that it is all fake from the tiny cracks of happiness.I would suspect that he didn't like me at all, wouldn't want to eat the food I fed him, or that he wanted to leave me long ago-I often fell into similar hypothetical fears.

In order to calm down such terrible fear, I hugged him tightly, and only when I felt his soft body really existed in my arms could I forcefully relax.

In the beginning, sometimes when I went crazy and hugged him suddenly, he would startle and bite me fiercely.But he didn't hit me, he didn't push me away, he just stared at me very fiercely, waiting for me to let go.

But later he seemed to get used to it, and sometimes he would snuggle into my arms, and even rub his little head on my neck. The soft hair would itch when it passed over my neck, which made me feel at ease.

My sister told me that my brother-in-law would come to our house for dinner, and our family would get together.

She was very nervous when she said this, afraid of what I would do to her husband, but now I don't care.

I wanted to kill him before because he made me lose my lover, but now that my lover is back, he becomes insignificant, and I don't care whether he lives or dies.

But I was still wrong.

I forgot, that damn man could hurt him.

[-].

When I got home, my mind was blank.I saw the goddamn guy sitting at the table with him and he was crying like hell.

I've never seen him look so fragile, he doesn't look like he's crying, just like a drowning person struggling desperately, as if being strangled by pain, desperately trying to break free.

I ran over to hug him, trying to comfort him, but he pushed me away for the first time.

I was almost going crazy, and then my sister said that I broke one of my brother-in-law's hands that day, but I don't even remember.

Everyone stopped me desperately. They told me that he was just drunk by his brother-in-law. A drunk person is delirious, crying and playing tricks.

But I knew he wasn't cheating, he was desperate when he knelt on the ground, he allowed everyone to approach him, but he didn't let me touch him.He covered his face and almost cried hoarsely.

It was as if a knife had cut into my body, cutting all my internal organs into pieces.

I don't know what he was thinking about when he was drunk, or what fantasies he was in, or what the fuck that bastard said to him.I tried to coax him and comfort him, but it was no use.

Later, the pain buried in my heart spread, and I cried with him, and we sat facing each other, like two children.

As soon as I started crying, he stopped crying.He stared at me blankly and finally started laughing.

At first it was a small, secretive smile, and then it turned into a big laugh. He looked at me completely with the eyes of a clown, with a smug look on his face, and he couldn't stop laughing.

He finally smiled, which made me happy.

I went to hug him again, but everything seemed to be back to the way it was at the beginning.He looked at me suspiciously and didn't avoid me, but I noticed that the body in my arms became stiff for a moment.

[-].

After that day, he started to hate it when I touched him.

He stopped being coquettish to me and waiting slyly for me to play with him.He ate by himself and never looked up while eating.

He became the same as when I first met him, sitting like a cat, and began to wander or daze.

Sometimes when I go to hug him, although he doesn't avoid me, he never rubs his head against my neck again.

It became a rigid and cold relationship between us.

He doesn't let me go out now, as long as I put on my coat or change my shoes, he looks at me very vigilantly, as if saying that if I dare to leave his sight, he will kill me Tear it to shreds.

I tried to pretend to pack myself up and pushed open the door and walked out, he came after me quickly, grabbed my sleeve and pulled me back.

The next morning, I found that my coat and shoes were hidden by him. He didn't allow me to approach the cabinet where my coat and shoes were hidden. As long as I looked there, he would immediately wake up and nervously move I watched.

So I didn't go anywhere, just watched him quietly.

Sometimes I would find a small stain somewhere on his body, and I would wipe it off very carefully, as if tending to my beloved china.

When he is free, he likes to make me cry.

Sometimes he would suddenly reach out and pinch me, which made me extremely hurt, but he looked at me expectantly, as if he was waiting for me to shed two tears.But even if I don't shed tears, he will be very happy when he sees the expression of my being pinched by him.

No way, in order to see him happy, I had no choice but to frown and pretend to be in pain for a long time.

He has really learned to cheat now.Whenever he finds out that I like something, he will hide that thing from me, and then look at me anxiously with a happy face.

I don't like his habit. I'm afraid that if one day he finds out that the thing I cherish most is him, he will hide himself so that I can't find him.

[-].

I can't stay with him for long without doing anything, I have to go to work.But I was afraid that he would be unhappy when I was away, so I had to take him to work.

He is beautiful and many people like him.

As long as he appears in the company, there will be many eyes following him.Later, I found that more and more people greeted him.

Sometimes when I go to a meeting, he will wait for me outside obediently, and there are always employees who like to come and talk to him, or give him something to eat.

His character is very docile now, he will eat whatever is given to him - he thinks everyone here is my friend.

As long as I leave him, there will be countless bugs around, they like to talk to him, even if he doesn't like to answer.

They asked him what he likes to eat, what color he likes, what gifts he wants, whether he has a mobile phone, whether he has a girlfriend, and what kind of girls he likes.

Not only women, but also men like to come over and touch his head when he is not paying attention, and then nervously see if he hates it.

He was not the same to others as he was to me, he was very wary of me, and those other people who came over, he was indifferent.Sometimes when I am happy, I just answer a few words, sometimes when I don’t want to talk, I just sit like that.

I was just uneasy at first, until one day, the uneasiness turned into a frightening situation-

He smiled.

When I came out of the conference room, my attention was still elsewhere. When I suddenly saw this scene, I thought I was dazzled.

Holding a small puppy in his arms, he is smiling happily at the person who gave him the dog.

Don't laugh.

Since he woke up, he has forgotten many things, so I am the only one left in his world.I accepted his dependence with peace of mind, and naively thought that it would not change in the distant future.

He lowered his head tenderly and kissed the little guy in his arms lightly.

Fear enveloped me again.

No.

Don't look at him.

Don't touch him.

☆、Black Cat

1.

When I woke up, I felt very dazed. I didn't recognize the person sitting in front of me, and I didn't remember when I came here, and I didn't know where it was.

The desk, the bed, the wall with the posters and the oversized space made me uncomfortable.

I can't think of anything else, but the moment I saw him, I felt a slight pain in my heart, as if he was a hedgehog with thorns, and it hurt to look at him.

He seemed to like me, he wanted me to say good morning to him, and he was always expecting me to say some nasty things that made me uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because I really want to hear it when I see him, sometimes I repeat it to him, those words make me very sad, I don't know if I blush, but it's really not a word I can say calmly.

I began to suspect that he was an enemy because he would not allow me to leave and forced me to eat.I can't tell whether he wants to kill me or is just being nice to me, but I don't want to see him, because I feel bad whenever I see him, even if I don't know him at all.

We got along for a while, and then I began to understand that he didn't want me to die, and I gradually felt relieved of him.

When I got along with him, I found something that made me more painful. I found that I hated seeing him, but I hated not seeing him even more. A kind of dull pain buried deep always made me very uncomfortable, so he and When I talk, I will deliberately ignore him, and when he wants to hug me to sleep together, I will kick him down - but he can't be too far away from me, otherwise I will go to him.

Once when I was sleeping, I found that he was looking at me. I closed my eyes, opened them again, and found that he was still looking at me.

It feels good to be watched by him all the time, I wonder how long he will stare at me, so I opened my eyes and looked at him, wanting to compare with him who can watch longer, but finally I fell asleep , maybe he went to bed earlier than me.

I don't know who he is, and I don't know why I met him, but I seem to have been taken care of by him for a long time. He cuts my nails and bangs very skillfully, but he doesn't cut them all. I made an ugly cupola.

He drew many portraits of me, all of which were exactly the same thing, but he insisted that they were different, and I couldn't compete with him.

2.

Every morning when he woke me up, he would come to kiss me. He used to touch me secretly, but now he started teasing me openly.

Sometimes he wakes up late, and I am anxious to wait for him with my eyes closed.I wonder if he is awake, but I can't open my eyes to see, what if he finds out that I am awake?Then he wouldn't come to wake me up.

Once I already felt his approach, the warm breath on my face would be very itchy, but I couldn't open my eyes to see what he was doing, I was a little anxious, but he still didn't move.

I secretly opened my eyes and peeked at what he was doing from the small slit under the eyelids, afraid that he would find that I was awake.

When I peeked at him, he leaned over, lifted my bangs, and touched my forehead lightly: "Good morning. I love you."

3.

I always feel very uneasy about the status quo, because I forget a lot of things, but there is one very important thing I remember, but I still can't think of it-I mean, the memory obviously has an outline, but I look carefully When it was in the sky, it disappeared in an instant, and even the outline disappeared.But if I do something else, the outline slowly reappears.

He put the ring on me and lied to me that it was a monster, like it was written in Harry Potter, and I thought he was very naive.

But I love that ring as much as I love him.

I probably liked him before, I think everything about him looks good, even if I feel uncomfortable seeing him.

I started to be cunning, learned to depend on him and often lied to him.I want him to teach me to eat with chopsticks, but I prefer the way he feeds me, so I will keep pretending that I can't learn it, so angry that he chops his feet, and finally he has to feed me.

His annoyed look made me happy.

He's stupid, he can't see that I can't learn it on purpose.

4.

I know his sister and father don't like me.

But the more this happened, the more I wanted to annoy them.Sometimes at the dinner table, when he reached out to wipe the remaining rice grains from the corners of my mouth, I would deliberately lick him in front of others, so that everyone’s faces would be ugly, but I felt very proud——At that time, I really It's like a little kid.

After he was licked by me, he would think of various ways to pretend to wipe my face, and wait for me to lick him for the second time, so that I would not bother to pay attention to him.

But my memory began to come back slowly, I began to remember my past 20 years of dark life, I began to think of the law of survival in this world, the feeling of dependence became very dangerous to me, but at that time I already Get used to relying on him.

That's fine, I thought, because I'll immediately remember who he is.He said he was my lover and we had many happy times together before, but I don't remember.

I think, we are so happy now, then the previous memories must be good memories.

But I can't remember, if I try hard, I will remember his eyes.

A pair of dying eyes of despair.

I was taken aback, I don't know why I remembered that scene so deeply, I started to be afraid to meet his eyes, afraid that scene would come back to my memory.

[-].

Oddly enough, I can't get in touch with Grandpa.

In the past, Grandpa's transportation network extended in all directions, even if the phone in the whole city was cut off, I could find him quickly, but now his information is like a kite with a broken string, and I can't contact him no matter what.

I miss him a lot.

Someone told me that my grandfather died.

I think it's too much, even if Grandpa is old, they shouldn't curse him like this.

If it was before, I would definitely cut him in return for the curse, but now I am in a good mood, so I don't care about it.

I thought, I still want to take Wen Rui to see grandpa, grandpa will be happy to see my lover.

I pester Wen Rui every day, but I can’t let him find out that I like him very much, so I always hang around him. If he wants to go out, I will keep walking at the door so that he can lead me together go out.

Then he went to work and left me alone at home, I would be very angry.I don't like his father and his sister, I don't like people coming to take what I like, even if they start to accept me slowly.

It is enough for me to have him alone.

But what makes me angry is that there is now another brother-in-law in his family.This brother-in-law is very annoying, he always wants to drag me to drink with him, and I don't like the taste of wine.

I think, Wen Rui doesn't like me drinking, if I listen to this person and drink, Wen Rui will be angry, right?

He didn't dare to be angry with me, so he must seek revenge on this drunkard.

So I tried drinking too, it tasted very bitter but I found that the more I drank, the more I remembered.

There was no way I could stop.

[-].

Those memories are broken: I saw that I hugged my grandfather tightly, and saw him wither in my arms like a fallen leaf in autumn. I sent the leaf to the cemetery, and someone asked me what.

The questioning was annoying, annoying, so I told him—

The voice also shattered.

I was probably drunk and I started having all sorts of weird dreams, I dreamed he was leaving me, I dreamed I killed him, and just the thought that I was going to lose him would haunt me with the suffocation of drowning , at that moment I finally remembered what had been lingering in my mind.

During the days when I was in a coma, I told myself hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times that I want to find Wen Rui and make him suffer more than me.

When I was a little more awake, I saw Wen Rui squatting in front of him crying: I cried, so now he wants to cry with me.

But when I saw his sad look, an indescribable pleasure suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

It turned out that the obsession was so deep in my heart that it almost merged with me.

I want him to suffer, and I want to see him live like death——

At that time, I thought, maybe I can put all this in a jar and seal it up, like storing a storm in a metal canister, and then pouring out of the jar after the storm has passed, those telephone poles and Broken glass, so that the painful process can be skipped and only the satisfying ending can be seen.

The two of us are really a strange existence, he is so eager for me to live happily, but I desperately want him to die of heartache and suffocation.

I started thinking about how to kill him.

The spring day is so beautiful, I want him to spend this spring and autumn happily, and then when the cold winter comes, I will kill him.

The author has something to say:

I have read all of Xiaomeng's comments below, and I am very happy after reading them.

...but I'm too lazy to go back to 0.0

I’ve been busy recently, and I’m afraid that I’ll be hacked to death by the editor, and I’ll be hanged on the wall if I can’t finish writing now, so I honestly rushed to the list. update it.

Just like the one who said that spring will kill, then next spring, and then this winter, how can I say that I am also a person with procrastination, I have to be worthy of my illness 0.0

Come on~ Procrastination~ Anyway, I have a lot of time~

☆、Wen Rui

The author has something to say: There is still one more chapter to lie to you.

[-].

He brought back a puppy.

I don't like that dog, it's too small, too fragile, takes up too much of his time.

He used to spend all his time on me, he would follow me wherever I went, if I wanted to go out, he would grab my sleeve anxiously, and either lead me back or go out with me, I saw dependence in his clear eyes, but now that dependence is gone.

When he just woke up, his eyes were pure like a child's, looking at me foolishly.

But it's different now, the gloomy and charming thing in him began to permeate again, and that kind of thing began to attract people around him, even including the sister who hated him before, or the father who rejected him.

They accepted him because of me at first, and then they were completely attracted to him.

Perhaps because he is used to seeing life and death, he has a frightening calmness, and that kind of thing is very charming.

He is so hypocritical that he is almost perfect, and he will only show his flaws in front of me.

I don't know what he remembered, but the docile and well-behaved domestic cat disappeared, and the wild and vicious wild cat came back.

He smiles at people sometimes, but I can tell the smile is fake, but he also smiles at the puppy, only then is it real.

After that, he never smiled at me again.

Sometimes he would perfunctory others, but for me, he didn't even bother to perfunctory.

He told me that he remembered that he hadn't finished his homework, and he was going to leave me to go back to school. When he told me this, he looked at me with those bottomless eyes and smoked calmly. cigarette.His luggage was packed and he was going to take the dog, but not me.

I don't know where he got the money from, but he deposited a large amount of money into my account, saying he would pay back my medical expenses, and then he left.

I watched him walk away with the dog in his arms, and finally I gritted my teeth and chased after him.I forcefully brought him back, and he laughed after me like a child, as if he was especially happy when I was sad.

Then that horrible game came back.

I obviously locked the door and locked the window, but as soon as I open my eyes, he will definitely disappear.I started looking for him like crazy, he won't go far, I will definitely find him one day, and when he finds him, he looks at me and smiles, that smile drives me crazy.

I don't know if he remembered the time when I left him. He is now willing to torture me. I thought he was going to leave me at first, but then I found out that he was not. He wanted to drive me crazy.

After I found him, I felt very angry when I saw him hugging the dog. I hugged and kissed him forcefully, but he didn't struggle, just quietly waiting for me to go crazy.

After that, I started to suffer from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep all night. I was shaking with fear while holding his hand, but he slept soundly.

I watched him with my eyes open all night until dawn.I am no longer sleepy and I feel so relieved to see him in my arms.

This kind of reincarnation is terrible, because as long as I don't sleep, I will not lose him, I can do anything to him, he will not reject me, I even try to make him hurt, force him to cry, but I Knowing that he was patiently waiting for me to go crazy.

As if feasting on my pain, he blushed more and more, and I developed a fever.

After I fell ill, I fell into a coma. In my dream, I saw him go. I quickly opened my eyes to catch him, and found that he was still sitting quietly by my bed and looking at me. I gradually felt relieved.

I know, he wants to watch me go crazy, he won't let go of this good show, so he won't leave.

But I still couldn't feel at ease, he hardly spoke to me, and I began to wonder if it was a hallucination.

I vaguely remember being told that he committed suicide.

But he was clearly alive, how could he "suicide"?I took his hand and took him to ask my sister if she could see him. Everyone told me that he was real, but I felt that something was wrong.

They used to tell me that he was just my hallucination, and now when I began to suspect that he was a hallucination, they told me in one voice that he really existed.

I think it's not his problem, but my memory is messed up now.

This is probably his purpose.

My sleep was still very light. After the fever subsided, the doctor told me to rest more, but I held his hand and dared not close my eyes.

I had an absurd dream, dreaming that I rushed into the fire and carried him out that day.In fact, at that time, I knew very well that he was dead, because I couldn't feel his heartbeat, I couldn't touch his breath, someone tried to take him from my arms, but I struggled desperately, refusing anyone to touch him. he.

Later, someone lied to me that he was going to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, so I let go of his hand.

I waited at the door of the emergency room, but I didn't wait for him to come out.

I dreamed that I went to the morgue and found his body. He was lying quietly on the cold white bed, his slender eyelashes were still beautiful. I went to kiss his eyes, but I touched the weak flesh that had lost the tension of life.

I force myself to believe he's alive, I try to take care of him, he's good, but his nails never grow, his hair never gets trimmed, he's rotting in my arms - my worst fear The thing came true, his beautiful body stinks and rots until nothing but bones remains.

I was woken up by that dream, but saw him lying on my bed and sleeping quietly.

The fear in the dream still remained, and I reached out to touch his cheek, which was moist.

Spring is about to pass.

[-].

Summer is here, and his dog is growing up.

After the spring, he no longer scares me by disappearing like before. I can only fall asleep by holding him every day. There were a few days when he was away. Even if he promised me that he would come back soon, I also promised me Would have believed him, but I couldn't sleep those nights.

I opened my eyes and looked at the lights outside, asking myself over and over again—is he alive?

I always feel like I'm hallucinating what I'm seeing him, and I'm starting to remember things that really scare me.

I started thinking about the bugs that were always haunting him.

When he was unconscious in the hospital, I refused to let them see him, and they started arguing with me because they believed that when you die, you should be cremated.

No, these are my hallucinations, after all, I saw him yesterday.

I also had some very strange dreams. I dreamed that after he died, someone called me and said that a cemetery had been purchased under my name.I went to that cemetery and met many of his past friends, who told me that his beloved grandpa was buried here.

No one knew why he took my name, I thought, maybe it was just because he didn't have a name.

I sat in front of the silent grave, listening to his past acquaintances tell me about his lonely and lonely life.I thought I should cry, but instead I kept laughing.

They thought I was heartless, so they left me and left.

I don't like these dreams, these dreams scare me.

Well, he's won now, because I left him, so he's taking revenge on me, and he's managed to drive me crazy.

I tried to fall asleep, woke up with a start in the middle of the night, and yanked open the closet, which was full of clothes I bought for him—all brand new, with tags on them.

No one has worn the clothes, and no one has touched the presents.

Is he dead?

I couldn't sleep, so I ran down to ask my sister. At first, my sister looked at me in panic. After hearing my question, she calmed down. She gently stroked my hair and coaxed me: "You forgot? He went out. I'll be back tomorrow."

I was nervous: "Is he really coming back tomorrow?"

My sister assured me that he would come back, and I felt jealous—she was so sure of things that I wasn't even sure, and it disturbed me.

She sends me to bed, but I keep my eyes open until dawn.

He did come back the next day.He was as quiet as a cat when he moved, and I didn't even hear him open the door.

He just suddenly appeared in my field of vision, looked at me quietly with those eyes, and said, "Good morning."

My tense nerves finally relaxed, I pulled him to lie beside me, and fell asleep with him in my arms.

My dreams are getting weirder and weirder.

I dreamed that after his death, someone moved from his house