Black hole

Nebula

404's are important to me, and I'm sure he knows that too.

Because of my confession to him before.

When I came back from the trip to find him, I cut my finger and stuffed it into his mouth.

But it didn't work, he still didn't respond.

What happened to him, what was he doing, he suddenly became like this.

My mind went blank and my head buzzed until he opened a pair of crimson eyes.

"What are you doing..." I heard my voice trembling slightly, but I couldn't control it, "How did you become like this?"

He didn't seem to have recovered, so I simply picked him up and put him on the sofa in the living room—of course, I did a little dust removal first.

He blinked, and his pupils turned back to their usual magnificent purple.A pair of drooping eyes were bent, with a casual look, and a little innocent feeling.

"It's boring, I'm waiting to die."

He said nonchalantly.

"After living for so many years, I'm a little tired."

The smile on his face became brighter and brighter, but my heart felt like a stone was crushed, and I was still a little angry.

I was so worried about him, but he didn't care about his own life or death at all?

I hugged him hard, so that I couldn't see his expression, and then I asked directly-I regretted it a little later, could it be that if I was more rational at that time, there would be a different ending?

"Tell me, Cang Wu...is it because of me?"

It's really nice not to see his expression.

I was very nervous, and my heart filled with layer after layer of regret and uneasiness.

"..." He was silent for a long time, and I couldn't help opening my mouth again.

"Cangwu, I... want you to pay more attention to yourself. I like, like you."

He moved, and I let go of my hand.

I saw his eyes turn crimson again at some point, and his smile disappeared.

My confident heart skipped a beat.

I thought he liked me too, but why did he have such an expression?

"Nebula, I remember I told you when you were a child that some things won't be achieved if you work hard. Let me tell you now that some feelings are also wishful thinking."

The mood suddenly turned bad and I don't quite remember how I reacted after that.

His reaction was too categorical, so I let go of my thoughts... I just vaguely felt that I should still like Cangwu.

Just a little surprised that I let go of things that are important to me so easily.

Obviously thought about it, if you want to like him for the rest of your life, even if you are rejected, you should still pester him well.

* 404

Nebula said he liked me, at a moment when I was just waking up.

This kid is so capricious.Still hugging me tightly, are you acting like a baby?

I did feel joy, but I couldn't tell if it was Nebula's feelings or mine.

I can't tell.

Let's put it this way, my relationship with him can only be one-way forever.

I ate those "likes".

Warm, fresh, with a taste of unreal sunshine.

After this, Nebula never said that she liked me again.

But that liking was fermenting in my stomach, like a drug that humans call, taking root and sprouting.Leaves me satisfied yet hungry for more...

I'm also very greedy.

Obviously, she has decided not to restrain him anymore, but she is reluctant to let go.

I have never treated a human being with such care, and it seems that this is the time when my long life reveals its colors.

After digesting that pure and hot feeling, I seem to like him.

But his liking has already been eaten by me.Then he couldn't give me any more.

Our one-way, wavelengths that can never overlap.

*Nebula

Since I confessed my love last time, Cang Wu's attitude towards me still hasn't changed, but I'm a little cautious towards him.I know he doesn't like it, but the image of him curled up lifeless that day just lingers in my mind.

A little worried, he bought a bed for his room.

If you really want to sleep, stop lying on the ground pitifully.

Cang Wu scolded me fiercely and impatiently, but I saw the smile on his face that never faded.

Why can't you speak out what's on your mind?It's easy to be misunderstood.

I didn't ask, but I did ask him when I was a child. He waved his hand impatiently, and remained silent by himself.

He always has a smell of dust on his body.How much time had he spent before he could soak up this breath?

* 404

Humans are troublesome, but demons may be even more troublesome.

Nebula has gone from being my food stockpile to my crush - and one that I must never let him know about.

He will never reject me, but he will not like me either.

So I just endured like this, stealing a little care from him occasionally to fill my stomach.

If we do this, we may soon become strangers.

That's the best ending I can think of.

After he doesn't care about me, I can lie alone on the bed he bought for me, pretend to be loved by him, and then leave this world, and he will continue his proper life.

It sounds a bit contrived, and a bit self-inflicted.

I owe him the mess I made in his life.

But just disappearing like this, I really still feel a little bit unwilling.

Not willing to be forgotten by the person I like.