The Sims: Heartbroken

Everyone suffers.

Love is parted, resentment and hatred are met, nothing can be asked for.

Even if sadness is the most difficult to pluck and the shortest echo among those strings that Yang Li possesses, he still feels depressed and sour for that deep voice.

James looked at Yang Li's blank eyes, pursed his mouth, and didn't speak for a while.

Ah, this madman of the 21st century, probably didn't understand what he said.

Yang Li thought - does he really love me?Want me to experience endless pain?

Obviously enough.

500 years of silence, those loneliness can still make Yang Li forget his name after being weakened; Connor has been away for so long, the beating of that blue heart can still synchronize Yang Li's own heartbeat; promise?

...I didn't wait for the day when it would be realized.

If I had really negative feelings, maybe I'd have a big fight with Bruce, and then find a corner and really feel quiet.

The 21st century made him uncomfortable.

Alcohol made his stomach hot, at least it was a little warm.

James' eyes gave Yang Li a cold feeling - some kind of unfamiliar negative emotion, which disappeared within a few breaths.

Yang Li smiled again.

"Do you really love me?"

He asked with a smile.

My heart began to throb again, but fortunately, it quickly returned to calm.

There was a sound of metal rubbing against each other.

James looked at Yang Li with a blank expression on his face.

"I stand here," he said, "and wish I hadn't come out of that house—"

"……you're drunk."

"No, no, I'm wide awake."

"You're drunk." Yang Li still smiled, "I know you didn't mean that."

"If I never fell in love with you, and never left that house to meet your other lovers... I guess, there would only be the two of us left in the world."

"……Ugh."

Yang Li sighed.

"You don't know what it means to be stuck there... think of your friends, your all-"

"Here is 80 years later, and everything about me is drowned in the torrent of time."

"You still have Captain America, and your revenge."

"—do you think I wish to give the rest of my life to hatred?"

"And I don't want any more."

Yang Li tilted his head.

A certain stubborn string was plucked repeatedly, and finally produced a brief buzzing—the evil beast whimpered and roared, and there was only one sound for a short time.

"The moment the door opened," Yang Li said, "I used to long to die at that moment."

As long as the long wait has an end, it doesn't matter if you die.

The goddess of death will gently touch his back and take him to the boundless silence, a wonderful long sleep from which he will never wake up.

...It's a pity that she doesn't love his soul and doesn't want to take it away.

——The strings stopped sounding under the pressure.

"You all say that it's a bad thing to have no negative feelings..." Yang Li still smiled, "Have you ever thought... Maybe, with negative feelings, I will become very bad?"

He thought of another self who was close to madness, and rubbed his wrist lightly.

That feeling—the feeling of that string being plucked—can overwhelm and obliterate everything.

It makes people forget about love, about everything that matters, and just want to get away.

He came back from his thoughts and looked at James.

... The soldier's expression was also a little dazed.

Spirits have a lot of stamina.

Although he didn't admit it, James was indeed affected by alcohol.

His thinking gradually slowed down, and Yang Li interrupted his thoughts that had been going round and round to a dead end, making it difficult to think.

"...But," he looked at Yang Li, his voice muffled, "I hope to share your pain with you, not just your happiness."

"..."

Oh.

The brisk and melodious voice dispelled the heaviness, and the beast yawned, closed its eyes, and took a short rest.

It takes a lot of hard work to make Yang Li miserable, but it only takes one sentence to make him happy.

He suppressed some smiles and thought carefully for a while.

... He actually doesn't have the ability to think logically.

"...if you want," he said, rich and happy notes drowning out the beast's grunt, "of course you can."

#

The next day, twelve o'clock noon.

"...I was drunk yesterday."

James on the other end of the phone groaned in pain, "Sorry, I seemed to say a lot of stupid things last night..."

"I'm drunk too."

Skull pain.

I got up and found myself alone on the bed...Emmm, Wade's note is still colorful.

"There is a sentence, isn't it...to tell the truth after drinking? I didn't know you would be sad because of my dullness. I'm sorry that I ignored your feelings."

"Do not."

James on the phone denied it succinctly.

"...?"

"Last night... my brain was eaten by alcohol, and I was speechless."

"But isn't that what you really think? I think—"

"stop."

James covered his head.

"I don't know how to tell you about this... I was a selfish bastard last night."

Yang Li... is so easy to bully.

Because "he won't be sad if you don't think about him", and people ask for it insatiably.

...Who is the scumbag now?

James even feels almost disgusted by the completely inconsiderate words that come out after drinking—I don’t know how much the hangover is—“That’s my truth.”

James said resignedly.

"...But, that's the part I don't want to tell you."

"I don't understand, you can tell me anything."

"No." James had the urge to suffocate himself in the pillow, "I'm not as good as you think."

Everyone has a dark side in their hearts, which needs to be suppressed by reason, even if they are upright and calm like Batman, they may fall into the clown——

When you are injured, you want to fight back regardless.

When you are in pain, let your loved ones suffer together.

It is never so nice to strip away what the intellect reveals.

When wearing sanity--

"Although I do hope you'll feel the pain, like we do," James murmured, "it's not that painful."

He thought of Yang Li's eyes, every smile last night, he could barely breathe.

"Our...sadness comes from attention and love. This matter can be reversed. Because of attention and love, we will be sad when we are separated. Only because of sadness can we realize our true desire and importance."

He tried to teach Yang Li something.

...even if feelings aren't something that can be learned, as he said a long time ago.

However, he was still eager to tell Yang Li everything.

"I'm sad because I love you—when you're not sad, even if my reason knows otherwise, I will have the illusion of not being loved."

"... What I want you to experience is not pure pain."

Living with pain, identifying what you really want, who you want to love, recovering from pain, learning to be strong, getting support from others by sharing your pain, etc.

James still feels sorry for Yang Li.

"...And you're so easy to bully." James, who was opposite him, folded his hands on his chest and put his head on the phone, thinking seriously, "Next time I say such stupid things to you again, you should scold me back."

"If you really care, just refute me, say loudly that you are sad, or even slap me - if I say you don't understand love, you can refute loudly, saying you love me..."

James evoked a smile and raised his eyes inadvertently.

The phone slipped.

Yang Li propped his face and looked at him.

He got drunk and didn't wash his face, didn't have time to get dressed, so he was the first to call Yang Li after waking up.

After a long absence, James felt a little hot.

He sighed exaggeratedly, "God, one day I will get used to you coming out of nowhere..."

"I love you."

Yang Li said slowly.

James froze for a moment.

Yang Li put down his hands, sat up straight, and took a breath.

Very loudly—here, repeat.

"I love you."

... This look is not Yang Li's style at all, he is silly, like a young man holding a rose and singing love songs downstairs to a little girl.

... James stretched out his hand to cover half of his face, but he couldn't cover up the slight redness.

He didn't know what was going on, as if no matter how heavy and dark it was, Yang Li's words could take it away.

"...God." He murmured, he was so ashamed, obviously they were all over 90 years old(?)...

Yang Li got closer, still looking at him with a smile.

"Is it loud enough?"

"..."

The little prince of Brooklyn raised his head, and somehow felt something was wrong - he had never found such... provocative in Yang Li's tone?No... fight back?

He smiled.

"Never enough."

The author has something to say: How could James want to give Yang Li such a heavy thing?

He only hopes that Yang Li will be more indulgent, see his own desires clearly, and be able to push away what he doesn't want.

When he was drunk, he only showed doubts and lack of confidence - he knew how he felt, but he couldn't figure out what Yang Li was feeling.

……

Recently, it has become more and more uncertain about the character design. I don't know if it will be too OOC if the writing is richer.

There is a strong urge to scrap manuscripts.

Update phobia comes from the fact that you must lose your favorites when you update.

There is also a lack of target syndrome, emmm, mainly manifested as not knowing what to target next, without an outline, it is so miserable orz, basically refers to one coaxing one [huh?

Is there anything you want to see?Scenes?