The Sims: Heartbroken

Natasha was busy in the kitchen when he awoke.

Putting on the apron, letting down her long hair, lowering her head slightly, revealing her slender neck, her back looks virtuous and gentle.

The ghost sat on a chair and watched for a while.

There are only roses on the table that will not wither.

He picked up the vase and looked at it cherished for a while.

...But for some reason, a sentence came to mind.

Fake flowers that are false but eternal, or real flowers that wither quickly, which one do you prefer?

——This is not a fake flower.

It just doesn't fade away.

He finally held the flower in silence, and decided to put it at the door—if the door opened, but I didn’t want Nata to go, look at the flower, and I would let it go—he thought this way, he likes real flowers .

I don't want her to wither, but I hope she will always be true.

However, it happened so suddenly.

"..."

He tried to recall whether there was a sound from the door for a moment, did he fall asleep?Or was it covered up while watching the movie?

He put the vase at the door, stretched out his hand and pushed the door - there was a prosperous street outside, and passers-by didn't respond to him.

As he drifted towards the kitchen, he thought about it—when did it happen?Did she really love me?

Her attitude seems to have never changed, it has always been gentle.

"Nata—" The door opened.

The woman carrying the plate raised her head, with a doting smile on her face.

If you want to say it, it is more like the maternal love in the book.

No matter how you grow up or what mistakes you have made, I will love you unconditionally, like the love of a god.

"Let's eat."

She took off her apron—not her regular dress, but the tights she had brought in.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Yang Li enjoyed the food quietly, the cooking style was different from him, and it tasted novel. He evaluated it in his heart, and at the same time looked at Natasha's clothes, without saying a word.

It didn't look like a ballerina at all, of course, how could a ballerina calmly remove the bullet and bandage it when he was shot in the abdomen-he just didn't want to admit it.

It's just that I don't really want to.

The two cleaned up the mess together, Yang Li stared at Natasha's every move, as if he wanted to imprint her in his heart, and then watched her back——

The sound of high heels seemed to knock on his heart.

She is leaving.

She's leaving soon.

"Nata."

He called softly.

The female agent didn't look back.

It gave him the illusion that she didn't love him anymore - her love came so strangely, like a gust of wind, it came without any expectation, and now, it will probably leave without warning.

Maternal love is probably like this, it cannot be won, and it is not known when it will disappear.

Yang Li will not be sad or resentful because of his parents leaving.

He just followed up silently, watching her advance without pause, seeing the sharpness of her back when it was stained, the gentleness that was still wrapped around her just now gradually dissipated, and left without looking back.

He finally stood not far from the door.

There is a full-length mirror by the door, and beside it are the roses he just put on it.

He won't keep it.

Nata didn't need him to keep her - she wasn't the kind of woman who needed his help to make decisions.

She stood at the door.

Looking through the mirror, Yang Li could see her eyes drooping slightly, and she stretched out her hand to tease Rose.

The female agent finally turned her head and smiled.

That smile was the smile she would have had!Yang Li choked for breath, and even had the illusion of being "deceived" - that smile was flamboyant and warm, without any gentle meaning, not like a flower - like a thorn with a flower.

"I'm leaving."

She looked the ghost up and down.

"you……"

The ghost floated onto the sofa—the sofa facing the door, used to make him stare at the door in a daze—and sat down peacefully, smiling at her.

"Go ahead, Nata."

"Wait a minute."

"Hey?"

"Come here a little bit."

"..."

The ghost floated to the door.

"To say that I don't treat you like a child... is to lie to you."

Her smile was sly.

"I'm actually older than you think, and I've seen more bastards. I can't love—unless you are worthy of my love."

"..."

Yang Li showed a little smile.

"Also... If you don't want others to treat you as a child, at least don't act so innocent."

She tugged on the ghost's collar.

"...?!"

Kissing is like exchanging breath, exchanging temperature, exchanging a part of life - Yang Li originally wanted to use such a literary description.

Natasha's kiss was like a bite.

A little pain and passion are intertwined, robbing breath, plundering temperature, and plundering a part of his life.

"Goodbye."

Her back disappeared behind the door and never looked back.

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He stood at the door for a long time.

The roses in the vase are still blooming, nothing has changed.

If I accidentally turned on the flow of time at some point, I will be sad when I see this rose again when I think about it.

Just like it is now.

He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against the door, and saw Natasha's back.

...Who is the heartless person?

He picked up the vase and quickly floated into the garden, eating two petals as if venting his anger on the way—then dug a hole, put the flowers in, restarted the flow of time, and adjusted it to the fastest speed.

The world comes alive.

The blades of grass grew wildly, and it took only a blink of an eye for the roses to wither, and the corpse even quickly melted into the soil and was covered by the grass.

New flowers germinate at a speed visible to the naked eye, grow quickly, and wither quickly, in line with any existing natural laws.

The rose's thorns are gone.

Nothing was left.

Yang Li thought for a while, and made a pair of glass slippers himself, like in those novel fairy tales that Natasha told him, Cinderella, glass slippers, the hero with glass slippers, will eventually find his lover.

But Natasha is not Cinderella, and she is beautiful without a long dress, so this gift is not suitable.

He tried to paint, but felt that the roses in each painting were slightly different, and he could not help emphasizing the appearance of the thorns. What kind of rose monster did he draw, with teeth and claws, ugly and scary.

This is also not suitable.

In order to prevent himself from forgetting, he wrote the story he heard from Natasha into a book, and then remembered that this may involve copyright issues, and the story he heard from Natasha is definitely not unique, and it is not a good gift. Suitable……

Looking at the beautiful cover of the book, Yang Li sat in the empty study room and stared blankly for a while.

...As a gift, who should I give it to?

It was long after Natasha had left that the ghost realized that a part of his life, perhaps a small piece of his soul, had followed her.

That's why there was... the illusion that she was still by my side.

The author has something to say: the rose eventually withered.

Natasha left - taking a small piece of Yang Li's soul.

...What are you crying for?Next!Slightly slightly!

She is a bit unlike her when she is gentle, even if there may be no ooc, it still gives me the illusion of ooc.

In short, the next one...is Qi Shen or Will?

Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, the ancestral tsundere wants to become a superpower for ordinary people, or a genius mathematician with a defensive personality full of dirty jokes?

I just finished watching Good Soul Catcher recently, and I miss Will ♂, but according to the sequence of getting harder and harder to attack [not], writing Qishen is also good, blowing up houses every day XD

In addition, starting from tomorrow, I will take high math for two consecutive days. If there is no accident, there will be no change tomorrow. Accident, you know w