Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 6

The branch stretched out, trying to approach the dazzling golden object with all its strength, even if it couldn't reach it, even if it was useless for the rest of its life, but... without hesitation, and then... died.

Pure white pure white dress, black patent leather round-toed shoes stained with a little light gray dust showing old, milky white stockings, swaying skirt, walking, slight steps, as if enduring extreme pain , black thick-rimmed glasses, jet-black jet-black hair, elegant... Hazy...

The pale lips that showed a sickness were tightly pressed, biting the lower lip lightly, and the delicately contoured studs on the small earlobes shone with dazzling brilliance, faint blue...deep and deep...like...the sea.

Probably because of the over-thick black thick-rimmed glasses covering it, maybe because it is transparent but the lens has not been wiped for a long time, the vision is a bit blurred, and the fine dust particles are attached to it, which hinders a little vision, and then... Ignored ...finally...missed...

The hair trembled and passed by...

"Shallow water?!" The slightly surprised tone is different from the gentleman's low voice, but it is like a mellow wine-like voice, and it sounds for a while, intoxicated in a trance.

It's not the first time I've heard this voice, and it's not the first time I've seen that hearty, hearty smile that looks like sunshine, but...it's unfamiliar...

Time may have passed for a long time, but it is not the case when I look back.

So he pulled up the corners of his lips, adjusted the nerves of his face that could not be regarded as relaxed, lowered the end of his eyes, his slightly narrowed eyes contained a handsome but mature face, his sickly pale lips opened and closed, and his voice floated out .

"What the hell... sir."

I saw it, I saw it, so... they walked together, the seats were side by side, the distance was not too close, but there was not much gap.

"It's been a long time since I saw you, Qianshui...how are you doing?" Turning his eyes away, he turned his angle of view, and suddenly looked at the sky, his eyes were a little chaotic, with a little purple, very beautiful, is that... grass? Mr. Color.

For a while, I was a little concerned, and for a while, I didn't know how to speak, and then I stretched out my arms habitually, raising the gap and gently stroking the boneless earlobe. The cold touch was not as warm as usual...that was ... Mebius ...

"...En..." The squirming lips were pale, and the carrier was slightly sick, with traces of different shades covering the lips with sickly rubbing, whispering softly.

Then... fell into silence...

For a long time, no one spoke, and for a long time, no one spoke. For a long time, the fingers groping the earlobe were gentle, and the eyes looking up at the blue sky were chaotic. At that moment, it seemed that memory spread... At that moment... it seemed that I was thinking about something ...

"Why... did you leave?" asked suddenly, with healthy pink lips opening and closing, the voice came out, expressing his heart.

With his head lowered, the black thick-rimmed glasses have a slight downward trend due to the sagging angle, and the bangs that have not been done for a long time are shaking, covering all the viewing angles that can be peeked at. The white teeth are biting the pale bottom Lips, inadvertently added marks that were already full of traces.

"I can't... I can't..." Saying this, responding like this, shaking her head slightly, the swaying black bangs... very beautiful.

"Shallow water," the voice appeared, with a sudden intention, turning around to look up at the blue sky with beautiful purple eyes, adjusting the angle of the head, making the body pause, and stretching out the palm while standing still, the palm is too big Wrapping the pale but extremely slender wrist that also has a sick color, "I love you, let's get married."

For a moment of stay, for a moment of heartbeat, he said, 'I love you, let's get married. '

The head is tilted at a certain angle, and the bangs showing a little length are gently blown by the wind, the arms are stretched out, the joints of the wrist are bent, and the pale but slender fingers are removing the black hair that seems to have never been removed while closing the eyes. Thick frame glasses.

When I opened it again, I saw the blessed pupilless left eye and... the cursed... death sickle.

Upturned lips, pale, scarred, but...beautiful.

Lowering the angle of the end of the eyes, slightly pulling the nerves of the face, the expression shown is so natural, so warm, so...so...so, so bright.

Moving his lips, the soft voice seems to enter the heart, engraved into... the soul.

"I like Mr. Cao Mo, but..." I was restrained and wrapped, even if I left, I still felt the warm body temperature in my heart. I half-closed my eyes, and through the single, overlapping pupils, I saw Look, look, and say, "I'm sorry."

There was still warmth in the palm, so he raised it reflexively, changed the width between the fingers, and groped for the boneless earlobe. The cold touch reminded the brain, and the sea-like color warned him...

The nothingness in the left eye is the highest praise of a goblin, the blackness in the right eye is a curse...belonging to the god of death...

"I'm sorry, I like Mr. Cao Mo, so we can't be together." He said, with a smile brighter than the sun, he lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head quickly, still smiling, still so dazzling , but... sad...

Turning the angle, using the toes as a fulcrum to turn the extremely flexible body, the body that has been practicing dance all the year round instinctively makes elegant movements without any impurities, and steps forward while turning the body.

"I like Mr. Cao Mo, so...you can't chase me." The angle of the body turned away, the sight of the body turned away, the body turned away... only the body turned away...

Biting his lower lip, as if biting with all his strength, the pale lower lip was re-engraved with a mark, that is... proof.

Going forward, there is no...end...

'I love you, let's get married. '

I can't... I can't... because... I will die...

'I like Mr. Cao Mo, but... I'm sorry...'

Running vigorously, feeling the contraction frequency of the violent beating of the heart, transporting blood while driving the cells of the whole body to work hard, supplying oxygen, and continuing life...

alive...

not dead yet...

Such words, such vocabulary came out of the blank brain... At the end, he stopped, slowed down, stretched out his hand to lightly press the chest with the beating heart, panted violently, and used the breath that seemed to use up all his life Breathing with attitude, in front of the wooden door, in front of the...wooden, door...with the sound of paper flipping from time to time.

"Squeak."

turn on.

Probably because the sun is too dazzling, maybe because of sitting on the windowsill where the sun spreads, there is light on the jet-black broken hair, the brilliant golden halo, the bandage on the forehead with a slightly sickly pale complexion, round, round...

There was nothing...so deep, so...empty in those deep black eyes.

"I'm back." The corners of the lips, which seemed to have been filled with a cruel smile forever, pulled upwards, opened and closed while deepening the arc, and spoke words in a voice like mellow wine.

"Meow~" The small voice, the immature voice, the soft touch from the calf, the fine silk-like hair, pitch black...

"En..." squatting down, hugged the pitch-black young kitten, and rubbed it affectionately twice, outlining the lines of the corners of the lips, soft and warm... As he opened and closed, he said, "Corpse..."

sorry Sorry sorry……

I'm sorry we can't...together...

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