[Death] Acacia inkstone

One day you will understand that sometimes two people in love are like twin vines, full of thorns.

You took her kindness to you for granted, but until one day she left you without hesitation, you regretted it too much, but it was useless.

You thought she was just a small corner in your heart, but it wasn't until after she left that you searched hard for her trail, only to find that she had already become your inseparable everything.

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He was standing by the window, the sunlight was shining on his face, but she who could give him warmth was no longer by his side.

He thought of the cherry blossom tree that came to dream frequently in thousands of nights. She used to sit under the tree and wait for him.

If time could be turned back, how much he would like to go back to that windless and moonless night hundreds of years ago, and bring her out of the deep prison.

If he still has a way out, he will definitely not let her leave him, he will hold her hand tightly, kiss her eyes, and tell her in the firmest tone: "I love you."

It's just that he's never going back.

There is a poem that goes like this:

Autumn is too short, you and I are too short to turn back.

He sighed, but his frowning brows gradually relaxed.

What else can he say, she gave him a lot, but he didn't cherish it.

Close your eyes, and the scene of that day emerges in your mind:

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Her eyes were bright, and her eyes fell on him: "It's over between us, the best and the worst are over. Don't you understand this truth?"

He tried his best to open his lips to explain, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

She bit her lip and continued as if she mustered her courage: "Where were you when I was in prison? Where were you when I was put on the execution ground? Where were you when I was in danger? I miss you When you were there, when I needed you, you never showed up, not even once. I gave you love twice, but you didn’t cherish the two or two times. Come and tell me your heart now, Don't you think it's too late?"

At the end, her voice trembled a little, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she held on to hold back the tears.

He took a step forward, wanting to get closer to her, but she took a step back accordingly:

"I loved you, but not now, and not in the future."

"I've also thought about whether I hate you or not if you treat me like this."

Tears finally came out of her eyes, and she began to choke up uncontrollably: "But I forgot you once, but you can still enter my heart again. So, no matter how you treated me in the past, I actually don't hate you."

She is a person who doesn't cry often, and she raised one hand to wipe away her tears, trying to calm down her emotions.

He stood there in a daze, not knowing what to say.What happened in the past was indeed his fault, but even so, he still had a faint hope that when he found her, she would still be waiting for him where he was.

Although he knew it was almost impossible.

A few steps away, she quickly cleared up her emotions, and her bright eyes returned to him again: "It's not that I haven't waited for you. It's just that it's been too long. You finally came back to find me, but I'm not where I am anymore."

"Waiting for a shooting star in the dark night for a long time, I will also miss the most real warmth of the sun in the daytime."

She showed him a gentle but helpless smile: "Let's see you later."

"There is no fate between us, only miss."

The figure of her leaving is thin but determined.

Only then did he finally understand that she would never look back.

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It turned out that he was like a shooting star to her, fleeting, bright but not warm.

But even so, she was willing to spend countless hours on him.

He should be content with such feelings.

The beautiful long eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes, took out his phone from his pocket and lit the screen.The woman in the background is facing him sideways, her long black hair is tied into a ponytail and hangs behind her, holding a cleaned scalpel in her hand with a focused expression.

At that time, she had just finished her work, changed out of her overalls, and was arranging the cleaned equipment.

Since when has she infiltrated his life?

He turned off the screen, slammed the door, and his lean and powerful figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

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You have met the right person.

I know that you will never love me again, and I know that there is no possibility between us.

But you will always be the love of my life.

. . .

Volume [-] Prelude to Conviction