I Reasonably Suspect That My Cat Is My Ex-Boyfriend

I can hardly control myself.

"If I come a few days later, will I not be able to see you?"

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Why!!"

My throat is so tight that it hurts, and a rusty smell rises up.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I can't wipe your tears now...I left a message for you at home..."

"Leave a shit! I don't need to read it, I know there are some nonsense reasons in it! Do you think I will believe it then?"

Knowing that I had been guessed correctly, my ex-boyfriend managed to smile.I stared at him furiously.

He raised his hand and opened the breathing mask: "Come here."

I watched him pull off the breathing mask, shut his mouth, and hurriedly leaned forward to try to put it on him again.

The ex-boyfriend turned his head to avoid it, raised his body all of a sudden, and kissed me in mid-air.

His lips were dry and cold, lifeless.

The ward was finally quiet.

"It's great, I didn't expect to see you again." The ex-boyfriend was exhausted and fell back on the bed again, and said with a smile, "It's not that exaggerated. If you come a month later, you can still see me."

"What do you mean? Can it be cured? Yes... It can be cured! We, we have money, and we pay for the best doctor..." I looked at him with sobs, and knew that I was talking nonsense spoken.

In the past, we always wanted to become rich. We felt that if we had money, we would not be afraid of anything. It was not until later that we realized that no matter how beautiful the bank card books are, we still can’t get a warm heart after all.

There are too many powerless things in this world.

The next day, I wanted to peel an apple for him to eat, but his mother stopped me and whispered that he couldn't and couldn't eat these things now.I put down the apple in a daze, clutching the bed rail in a daze.

The ex-boyfriend's mother has been knitting a light gray scarf lately.

The light gray suits my ex-boyfriend very well. He has a few light gray sweaters and windbreakers in his wardrobe. Every time he wears them, his already outstanding figure becomes more and more straight. I like it so much that I can’t bear to change it. open your eyes.But he never picks clothes, and wears whatever he gets, so I will secretly put these clothes at the front of the closet so that he can get them as soon as he reaches out.

Later, he found out about my tricks, scratched my nose and told me that if he wanted to see what he wore, he could just tell me what he wore, and he could show me what he wore every day.

I said yes, but after thinking about it, I was wrong. He is so well dressed, what should I do if someone else sees him.

My ex-boyfriend smiled and rubbed my face puffed up with anger, and said that it should only be worn at home for you to see.

The old man noticed that I was looking at the gray scarf, smiled kindly at me, and said that this winter would be very cold, and that Zaizai would catch cold without a scarf.I also smiled and said that the scarf is very nice, Auntie, can you make another pattern, he likes diamond pattern.

...

In the middle of the night, the old man had already fallen asleep, and I half-lyed on the side of my ex-boyfriend's bed, carefully looking at his pair of eyes that melted like water and moonlight.My ex-boyfriend touched me with his finger: "I haven't seen enough since I was in high school?"

"I can't get enough of your eyes. It will take me at least 300 years to get tired of seeing them."

"And the nose, I want to see another 200 years, and the mouth too, let's see another 500 years."

My ex-boyfriend rolled his eyes, took my hand and put it on his chest through a pile of tubes: "What about here?"

"Not enough, even 800 years, 1000 years, or 1 years are not enough for me."

His eyes became foggy, and he shed rare tears.

I think, even after hundreds of years, we all return to ashes and dissipate in this world, I will always remember the appearance of this heart beating for me.

I sat by his bed day by day and watched him lose weight day by day.

After all, the ex-boyfriend couldn't survive the winter.

The old man was sobbing and fell to the ground weakly.Paramedics carried her to another bed.

I let go of his cold hand and kissed his forehead.

"Come on, I'll put a ring on you too." I said, leaning over, and pressed a last kiss on the ring finger of his left hand.

"Asshole, in the next life, you have to be mine too."

My ex-boyfriend was really bad.

I am truly homeless.

Three days later I left work early to pick up my cat.

The black cat I saw earlier was lying in the cubicle, and the girl leaned over him, her shoulders shrugged.

I stared blankly.

"Ethanolized, there was no pain when I left." The veterinarian explained softly behind me, handing over a handkerchief.

Strange, people nowadays still carry handkerchiefs with them.

After coming out of the hospital, I didn't go home and took my cat to the beach.

When the cat saw the sea for the first time, he shook his paws at a loss, but he quickly adapted and ran to squat a hermit crab not far away.

I looked at the undulating sea surface, the sun had just emerged from the clouds, and the sparkling waves began to become a little dazzling.

I am reminded of Woolf's "The Waves":

"Some are going here, some are going there, and some will never come back."

"I miss you." I whispered.

My cat pricked up its ears, stepped on the sand, and walked over the hill towards me.

I now reasonably suspect that my cat is my ex-boyfriend.

Evidence Ten:

My cat loves me dearly.

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